Page 3 of Spy Book Boyfriend

“One of our regular customers asked me to give this to you, Aja. He said he thought it could help with your dilemma.”

Well, that was mysterious. Who was this customer and what did he know of my problems? I took the card out of habit, but curiosity had me looking at it in great detail.

The card was clear with gold embossing. It was made of some kind of plastic, which made it unique. The front of the card had a plain logo with just three words - Book Boyfriend Agency. The website for the agency was listed underneath. There was no name, phone number or email listed. It was so vague that it piqued my interest. I tucked the card into the little pocket inside the waistband of my skirt and continued bending my agent’s ear.

“Aja, what was on that card?”

“It was just a business card with a website listed.”

“I know you’re not thinking of contacting some random man who doesn’t even have the balls to introduce himself to you in person.”

I chuckled at the expression on her face. If she knew that had plans to peruse that website, she would freak out. There was no way I would tell her. I craved a bit of adventure. My life is so boring these days. All I ever did was work. Even the parties I went to revolved around work. There was no outlet for me to just let my hair down and have fun. Everywhere I went there were photographers just waiting for me to fuck up so they could snap a picture and ruin my life. Nope. I definitely wasn’t telling Sheila about this agency.

At the very least, I would check it out online and then I would decide if it was something I would like. Dismissing what Shelia was talking about, I wrapped up the meeting. That damn card was burning a hole in my pocket. I needed to see what this agency was all about.

I couldn’t get out of that coffee shop fast enough. I found any excuse to leave so I could get online and check out this website. As soon as I got home, I kicked off my shoes, grabbed my laptop and typed in that web address.

It turned out the mysterious agency wasn’t so mysterious after all. The Book Boyfriend Agency was touted as a matchmaking agency for women looking to live out their best lives with the man of their dreams. This was right up my alley. Immediately, I signed up for the service.

I must have answered a zillion questions about myself, the kind of man I was looking for and what qualities he should possess. After giving my blood type and promising my first born to the agency, I was finally done with the questionnaire portion. Just kidding. They only required a blood test to ensure I was disease free. The process took way more time than I was expecting, but if things worked out, it would be worth it.

Now it was time for the fun part. As I went through the selection of experiences that I wanted, the one that stood out the most was the spy option. It was almost like the universe was talking to me. I had this challenging movie role as an international spy, and it was kicking my ass. I saw this as a sign to engage in that particular experience. Who knows, I might just come out of this thing with a man and a great movie.

The palms of my hands started sweating at the thought of having a matchmaking service choose not only a ma, but a whole experience for me. This must be what Arnold Schwarzenegger’s character felt like in Total Recall. Only I wasn’t going to Mars on my excursion. I expected a cute meeting with a handsome man that I could vibe with. A nice dinner and maybe a little dancing. Maybe in a place where I had to wear a pretty dress, and he would wear a tux. They were a little vague on the details. All I knew was that I was not ready for what came next.

Everything happened so fast. The Book Boyfriend Agency did not mess around. After wrapping things up online, I headed to my bathroom for a relaxing bath. I needed something to take my mind off my issues at work. Before I could finish soaking, there was a knock at my door.

Who the hell was that?

Now, as an A-list celebrity, I lived in a gated community where the security was top notch. No way Gerald just let just anybody in the gate to knock on my door. Curious to see who was knocking instead of using the doorbell, I leapt from the tub, threw on a robe and padded to the door. When I flung the door open, a very serious looking man stood there with an elegant box.

“Aja Monroe?”

“Yes, that’s me,” I confirmed.

“Please sign here.”

I wasn’t expecting a delivery, but I signed for it anyway. After thanking the man, who didn’t waste any time retreating, I slammed the door and locked it. This wasn’t your normal package. It was an 8x10 black box with a hot pink bow. Very eye-catching. There was no hint as to who sent it. In fact, it simply had my name hand-printed in script across the front.

Carefully, I untied the bow, tore at the seal, and slowly opened the package. My eyes almost bugged out of my head when I read what was inside. It was an invitation, with the same logo from the business card, with instructions to meet my Book Boyfriend at the coffee shop where it all started.

Miss Monroe,

Your presence is requested at Breezy’s Coffee Shop on tomorrow.

Please arrive exactly at 5:45PM. Be sure to be aware of your surroundings. Make sure you are not followed.

Wear all black attire with a pink rose above your left ear. Sit in the booth nearest to the bathrooms facing the front door. Your Book Boyfriend will arrive promptly at 6:00PM for initial contact.

Good luck.

Admin – Book Boyfriend Agency.

I guess I have a coffee date tomorrow after work. Now to find my all-black outfit. I need to look good!

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