From
The Experiment (Not yet published) Maggie Simmons is failing her
freshman level psychology class (she put it off until her senior
year). If she fails, she'll have to be in school and extra semester.
So when her professor tells her she can earn a perfect score simply
for participating in an experiment, she jumps at the chance. Little
does she know that for this experiment, she'll be married for six
weeks to a total stranger. When she meets Jaeger Jeffreys, the idea
of being his wife isn't so bad. This is from their first date,
sponsored by the people running the Experiment. All the couples are
there.
"I'm
glad to see you're not a vegan," he said as he cut into his
steak. "I dated a girl for awhile, only to find out she didn't
eat meat. Considering she didn't share that fact with me when I
invited her to dinner at the steak house, it was somewhat. . . ."
"Humiliating?"
He
winked, pointing his fork at her. "Bingo. I enjoyed my meal and
she took a cab home."
"Bummer."
"Yeah,
it was our third date too. Subject couldn't come up before that?"
"You'd
think so. What's significant about the third date?"
Jaeger
stopped eating, glancing up at her over his glasses. His fork and
knife were poised to cut and framed his face in glittering steel.
"Um—the
third date. After the third date. . . .." He tilted his head
from side to side indicating she should fill in the blanks.
"Oh,
my God! I'm dumb. I don't—date—a lot. Like—ever?"
Embarrassed, she attacked her pork chop with renewed vigor.
Jaeger's
laugh made her ears burn. She glared at him.
"I'm
sorry. Just, it's kind of refreshing to find someone who's not jaded.
You don't know how rare that is, Maggie."
"I
suppose that could be a compliment. At least you didn't call me
naïve."
"Now
why would I do that? Being naïve isn't a bad thing, but it implies
being cut off from reality and not familiar with the bad things in
life. You're not sitting in some ivory tower, you're out here with
the rest of us, but you haven't let the association with the bad
things tarnish you."
Maggie
stared at him in silence, a bite of pork in her mouth. She had no
idea how to reply to that. He'd summed up her life entirely in a few
sentences. Not only that, he made her sound strong, positive and
self-possessed. Everyone else treated her like a silly little child.
She smiled.
"Thank
you. I believe that's the nicest thing anyone's said to me in a long
time."
"Then
you don't hang out with the right people." He concentrated on
his food.
"You're
very perceptive for an accountant."
Jaeger
laughed, nearly spewing his bite of pineapple. "I'm not just a
number cruncher. I go out, do things, see actual people. And it's
interesting to observe, when others discount you as unimportant."
Maggie
leaned toward him in a conspiratorial fashion. "You do that too?
Watch people?"
"Don't
make me sound like some kinda stalker," he replied, matching her
aspect and tone.
"No,
nothing that twisted. Just. . . . Well, look at the blond guy to your
right." Her eyes flickered over to the golfer and back to
Jaeger.
"Plays
golf, bad taste in pants and is probably gay."
"You
base that on the fact he's wearing a pink shirt?"
"No,
on the fact he's sitting with a very hot woman and isn't staring at
her tits."
Maggie
glanced at her own chest and at the young woman next to them. Both
showed about the same amount of cleavage. Her eyes flickered over to
Jaeger, who pointedly looked away.
"Were
you just—?"
He
chuckled, averting his eyes. "Baby, I'm a guy. You wear a shirt
like that, I'm gonna look. Hell, if you were in a bulky fisherman's
sweater, I'd look. You have—very nice—assets." It was now
his turn to blush.
Maggie
burst out laughing, drawing the attention of the entire room. She
tried to swallow, sooner than she should have, and felt the food
lodge in her throat. She gasped, going red in the face. Jaeger grew
suddenly alert as she continued to gag.
"Maggie?
Oh, wow. Someone help!" He stood, bumping the table.
The
girl with the golfer stood. "Hold on, I can do this. I'm
pre-med."
She
put her arms around Maggie and two quick jerks later, Maggie coughed
up the bite of pork chop that had tried to strangle her. Everyone
cheered, including the golfer, who looked at his intended with new
admiration. Maggie thanked her and they hugged. Jaeger helped her
sit.
"You
feel like staying for dessert after that?"
Maggie
nodded. "Might as well. I'm completely humiliated anyway. Best
to ride it out."
"Could
have happened to anyone, Maggie."
"I
know. But how are these folks gonna remember me? As the girl who
choked on her pork chop. None of them will know my name, but they'll
know what happened at dinner."
"Well,
there's worse things to be known for. Could be the boy who couldn't
climb the rope in P.E. Or the guy whose asthma was so bad, he
couldn't try out for anything except chess and debate club."
"I
was the girl who nearly drowned at the swim meet—and I wasn't on
the team! I got shoved in the pool as a joke and hit my head on the
ladder."
"Whoa!
Who did a thing like that?"
"Someone
who thought it was hysterically funny until she got expelled from
school and nearly was arrested for attempted manslaughter."
"So
not funny. Sounds like we've both been the butt of the jokes, huh?"
She
nodded, forcing down the tears that the memories brought with them.
Jaeger
raised his glass. "I make you a promise, Margay Simmons. I will
never, purposely, make a fool of you, hurtfully tease you or
humiliate you."
She
raised her glass too, clinking it against his. "I make the same
promise, Jaeger Jeffreys, the man with the mysterious and awful first
name."
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