Looking at all the names, I go with my gut.

Jeremy: Call me Remy.

Nova: I like that.

Jeremy: So you’ve told me.

Nova: Now that we’ve got a name. Why is Google wrong?

Jeremy: It’s not completely wrong, it got my family and business correct.

Nova: So you’re saying the only thing that is incorrect is the bachelor title. Where did they get it from?

Jeremy: No idea. Maybe because I don’t go out with women to events. Or have a long-term girlfriend.

Before I think about what I’m doing, I snap a picture of myself lying in bed. Proving to her that I’m an average guy and not bachelor material. And then I send it to her. Instantly regretting doing so. I quickly type her a text.

Jeremy: Sorry, I don’t know why I did that. Other than for some dumb reason proving that Google is wrong.

Nova: Don’t be sorry. You’re kind of cute.

Jeremy: Now I’m definitely regretting sending it.

Nova: Why?

Jeremy: Being called cute isn’t a compliment.

Nova: It is. But if you prefer…I’ll call you handsome.

Jeremy: Send me a picture of you so I don’t feel stupid.

Nova: It’s because you thought I was Bentley.

I bite my tongue. I can’t type out what I truly think about him. He’s her CEO and I want this deal. It’s the most important thing to me. Well, other than my family.

Nova sends an image.

Holy fuck.

The image is of her makeup-free face. One that’s unforgettable. She has the most captivating hazel eyes in the most beautiful of faces. Her wavy brown hair cascades around her shoulders as she leans back on her bed, mimicking my pose. A sexy little quirk on the side of her lip looks every bit naughty and seductive at the same time. For some reason, I find myself texting her for the rest of the night.

Jeremy: Are you copying me?

Nova: What do you mean?

Jeremy: You copied my pose.

Nova: Lying in bed at night is common, you know.

Jeremy: You’re not just pretty but cheeky.

Nova: I’m regretting sending my pic now.

Jeremy: Why?

Nova: Getting called pretty isn’t a compliment.

Jeremy: Would you prefer to be called beautiful?