I'm All Yours (5 page)

She slammed the bedroom door as he hopped on o
ne foot trying to put his underwear
back on. He couldn’t blame Rosie’s
sudden
outburst. He’d gotten her all worked up about them having hot sex
,
and then the same thing happened again
. This time he was more baffled than the night before
because just this morning he’d…. God help him, he didn’t want to think ab
out jerking off while watching Evie Winters on TV.

Rosie
open
ed the bedroom door. Kyle braced himself by crossing his arms in front of his face, waiting
for his shoes
to be pelted
at him
,
but relaxed w
hen he noticed they were
sitting by the couch
in her living room.

“Maybe it’s not women who turn y
ou on. Yeah, that’s it
,
isn’t it?
The girls and I wondered why
you’re so old, still not married
,
and don’t even
have a regular girlfriend.”

She slammed the door again.

Kyle sat on the couch and slipped his shoes back on.

S
hit, if they all thought he preferred
guys because he wasn’t in a serious relationship
maybe Bob had been right about his fans.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to get married. He’d really love to settle down and have a family one of these days. Problem was he hadn’t met the right girl. All the wo
men he met were either after his money or obsessed with
his fame
,
and
,
yes, shallow as hell. But how did you meet a real woman when you worked in this business?

He stood and threw his jacket around his shoulders and headed outside to his car. He got in and pulled out his cell phone and dialed Bob’s number.

“Hello.”

“Bob, it happened again.”

“What?”

“Flo
ppy Dick S
yndrome.”

“Oh that. I told you to give it a rest.”

“Did you find a doctor for me? I think I should get it checked out. I mean if it’s something serious th
ey can cure it before it gets worse
.”

Not sure how
much
wo
rse things can get.

“I do know a really good doctor in the
Bremar
Building
.”

“And can he be trusted? I mean he won’t be selling the stor
y about I treated Kyle Daley
’s erectile dysfunction disorder to one of the tabloids?”

“Dr. Hun
t. Yes
, he treats lots of celebrities
.”

“Okay, set me up with an appointment sometime tomorrow if you can.”

“Will do
,
and I’ll call you with a time.”

Kyle pressed the end call button and sat looking down the road.

Maybe he’d give him some pills
,
and he’d be as good as new. And once he got his dick working again he’d seriously think about finding his perfect mate.

*
***

Evie walked into the offices of Perfect Pairing. Had she become this desperate tha
t she’d resorted to paying someone to find
her a d
ate?
She was about to put the clipboard down and leave when a woman spoke to her.

“Can I get your tea, ice
d
tea, coffee
?” asked the receptionist. Evie looked up from the
questionnaire she was completing
.

“Maybe something later, thank you.”

“How about one of our very
own Perfect Pairing lemonades?”

She
noticed
see a lady in a dress suit standing in the doorway. She walked over to Evie.

“We have our own bra
nd of le
monade?” asked the receptionist, raising her eyebrows.

“Yes, it’s my own recipe.” She turned to Evie.
“
I’m Sadie Sutton, owner
of Perfect Pairing.”

She extended her hand
,
and Evie shook it.

“Yes, I will have the lemonade,” said Evie.

She
wasn’t sure why she’d agreed
because she wasn’t thirsty
,
and she usually found most lemonades too tart for her liking.

“Wonderful
, and if you’d like to come with me
to my office we can get started on your application.”

Evie stood, threw her purse over her shoulder and followed the woman into an office with a large glas
s window that overlooked the courtyard and the other tower of the
Bremar
Building
.

“Have a seat
,
and make yourself comfortable.”

Evie sat on a red velvet
couch
as Sadie poured
her
a glass of pink lemonade.

“I haven’
t finished filling in the
questionnaire
yet
,” said Evie.

“No problem, I can do that as we go through the list of qualities you’re looking for in your perfect mate.”

She took the application from Evie and handed her the glass of lemonade.

Evie took a small sip knowing that’s all she
’d
want
,
but in
fact,
she
liked it.
Not too sweet
or
too tart
,
with an undertone of strawberry or some type of berry.
She took two large gulps.

Sadie sat on the couch beside her and paged through her application.

“Ah, I see you’re in the entertainment business.”

“Sort of,” said Evie. She wondered if it would seem forward of her if she asked f
or another glass of this tasty liquid
.

“And how do you feel about dating other people
in the business? For example, an actor?”

“You have actor
s sign up with Perfect Pairing?”

“Well,
at the moment only one
. A really nice young man.”

“Can you
tell me who?
I mean, I know a lot of them.”
She raised her hand. “Th
at I’m afraid I can’t do. It’s
client privacy.”

Evie nodded. “Yes, I understand. Do you think I could get another glass of this lemonade?”
She held up the now empty glass.

“Of course.”

Sadie stood,
put Evie’s papers on the couch
and walked over to the cabinet where she poured
her a second helping.

Evie was feeling slightly lightheaded and wondered if she was coming down with something. There had been
some type of bug going around the Channel Eight studios
.

“Now where were we?” asked Sadie handing her the glass.

“No, I don’t mind being matched with an actor. In fact, I’d like to do that.”

Why had she said that? She avoided actors at all costs.

“That’s
wonderful
,
and I’ll arrange for your first meeting to take place in the next couple of day
s
–
if that’s convenient for you?”

“It’s perfect
.
O
ops
, excus
e the pun.” Evie giggled before burping twice
in quick succession
while holding up the once again empty gla
ss. “Wow, excuse me. Guess I was
thirstier
than I thought.”

*
***

Kyle hated doctor’s offices, period. He disliked th
em even more when he’d been forced to wear an examination gown that didn’t cover even half his
ass
,
and
the doctor
’s
hands
, despite
hi
s
wearing latex gloves, were ice cold as they checked out
his dick.

“And you’ve had this problem for how long?”

“Two nights,” said Kyle, hop
ing this would be over quickly,
he’d get his magic tablets and be
gone
,
along wi
th the awkwardness of the situation
.

“And it’s never happened before?” asked the doctor.

“Never. But
the strangest thing is
…”

“Is
what?”

He should have kept his mouth shut.

The doctor looked at him, raising one eyebrow.

“Mr. Daley
,
if
I’m going to help you
with your erectile dysfunction,
I need to know everything.”

Kyle set his head back o
n the examining table and looked up at the white ceiling tiles.
This is getting more embarrassing by the minute.

“Okay, yesterday
morning I woke up
,
and I must have left the T
V on all night
.
A
nd
the Channel Eight Morning S
how was on
,
and Evie Winters was doing her segment.”

“Oh, Evie
, I love her. She’s a sweetheart
. S
orry
,
go on.”

“
I don’t know why this happened
,
but
when I saw her
I got an erection.”