Chasing His Kickass Luna Back novel Chapter 296

Karl

“You’ve been staring at those profiles I gave you for hours, Karl,” Marcus says, his eyes flickering over to me from where he sits across my desk. “What’s on your mind?”

I run a hand through my hair, feeling deflated after the hectic morning. “It’s just... None of them feel right, Marcus. These women are undoubtedly qualified and capable, but I’m just not interested in any of them.”

Marcus nods. “Well, maybe you just need a different approach,” he suggests. “Why don’t you hold a private date with each of them? It might be easier to get an idea of what they’re really like that way.”

I lean back in my plush leather chair, considering Marcus’ words. While I hate the idea of going on a private date with any of these women, the Alpha party is ticking closer and I have yet to find a partner.

“Alright,” I finally concede with a sigh. “I’ll set up dates with the top three candidates.”

With that decision made, I instruct Marcus to arrange the private dates with Marissa, Meg, and Shana, the three women who seem like the most viable candidates for not only a date, but also a future Luna.

None of them are Abby, but it’s about as good as I can get. And who knows? Maybe I’ll have a real connection with one of them.

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Marissa

“Karl, it’s a pleasure to finally have some one-on-one time,” Marissa purrs, her voice mingling with the sounds of the romantic bistro that I’ve chosen as our date spot.

I return her smile, although it feels like a hollow gesture. “Likewise. You made an impression on me at the luncheon, so I thought it only fitting if we met again.”

Her fingers twirl the stem of her wine glass as she leans in closer. “I knew we hit it off. I’m known for making… lasting impressions. Especially on men.”

Her words make me uneasy, but I choose to ignore it for now. “So, Marissa, what are your interests?”

She tilts her head slightly, her eyes gleaming with hubris. “I’m quite the socialite. You’ll often find me at the most exclusive events and parties. And of course, I love fashion.”

“Fashion,” I echo, nodding. “I’m intrigued. Tell me more.”