Page 3 of Matchmaking With Cupid

"Fine. But I'm only doing it if you go back to your desk and quit bothering me." That wasn't entirely true, but I didn't want her to know exactly how excited I was at the prospect of filling out a matchmaking questionnaire.

She shrugged. "Sure. But you've got to tell me your results." She headed back to her desk, leaving me blissfully alone.

I pulled up the intake questionnaire we used for new clients and stared at the welcome screen. There was a part of me that just wanted to tell Sasha that there were no matches for me, but the rest of me was nervously excited about the prospect of finding someone who could be a good fit for me.

The questions flew past and I typed furiously, answering each of the questions without thinking too hard about them. This wasn't about what I thought I wanted, this was about how I actually felt. With each question, my admiration for Cupid grew. He'd clearly put a lot of thought into what he wanted the algorithm tested, from the obvious questions about sexuality to the mundane questions about where the washing basket needed to live. There was even a question about what kind of mattress I liked to sleep on, which was something not many matchmakers thought to ask about, even though it was important in my opinion.

The more questions I answered, the clearer it was that this was the matchmaking department I belonged in. Not that I had any intention of looking for another one. Working for Jinx had been my goal ever since it was founded, and this was why.

My finger hovered over the button to submit. Despite wanting to fill this out, and knowing that an understanding of the system was also advantageous, I was a little worried about what was going to happen when I pressed enter. For a brief moment, I considered just doing a private search, but that defeated the point. If I was going to go through all of the troubleof filling out the questionnaire, then I wanted a chance to find a real match, someone I could form a relationship with, and hopefully a life.

I took a deep breath and pushed the button, sending my results spiralling away from me. It would take a little while for them to return anything, but that was fine. I made some notes about follow-up questions I'd want to ask prospective clients.

I went on with the rest of my work, quickly making it through a few welcome emails and reminders for people to pay the fees associated with engaging the services of the matchmaking department. It amazed me how many high-profile people were difficult when it came to paying on time.

The ping sounded to let me know that a match had been found. I absentmindedly clicked on it to see which client it was for, stopping short when I recognised the profile as my own. I hadn't really expected to get anything back from it, especially so soon.

My curiosity got the better of me and I clicked on it to see who the system had matched me with. It would probably be a random paranormal who had been added to the system but had not found their match yet. There were plenty of them, even if the matchmaking service had a good success rate so far, especially when we were so new.

Suggested Match for Eloise Finchflashed across the screen, and under it was the profile of the person the Jinx system thought would be a good match for me. My eyes widened the moment I saw the familiar face smiling at me from the attached photo, and a ninety-two percent score. I let out an involuntary squeak.

"Who is it?" Sasha asked, rolling over on her chair and looking like a weird office crab as she did.

I minimised the screen, not wanting her to see. Or anyone else, for that matter. The one advantage I currently had was thatI doubted anyone had my match assigned to them as a client. "No one."

She raised an eyebrow. "I don't believe you."

"It doesn't matter," I repeated. I wasn't even sure what to do with this. I'd hoped the system would find me someone, but I'd also hoped it would be less complicated.

"Eloise..."

"Sasha," I responded.

"Okay, so now I'm going to start thinking that you've matched with Zeus or something."

"Is he even in the system?" I asked, mostly to try and deflect from the existing conversation. "I thought he was banned from this service."

"No idea. So who is it?" She leaned over and grabbed my mouse. She pulled up the tab and stared at the photo of the dark-haired god on the screen. "Oh my..."

"Yep. So, nothing to see here." I tried not to get too flustered about the man looking at me from the screen. Especially when that man was myboss.

"Do you think he knows?" Sasha asked.

"Knows what? That the matchmaking system paired us together? Why would he even look?"

She shrugged. "He filled in the questionnaire."

"Of course he did, he wrote it."

"Well, don't be surprised if he calls you into his office now."

"You don't really think he will do you?" Even as I said it, I realised there was a part of me that wanted him to do that.

"Who knows, he is a love god, or attraction, or whatever. I'd have the ping turned on if I was in his position."

"Mmm." I looked over to the closed door. Surely Cupid had better things to do than to look at his potential matches on the system?

Chapter 3

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