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Read on for a peek of the saucy, laugh-out-loud Try Me On For Size by Stephanie Haefner! With their business in trouble, Mia and Bryn must pull out all the stops to save their shop. Things get sticky when Mia, owner of Classy n’ Sassy Lingerie, has to go on five blind “dates” to find the perfect model for the big marketing plan that will save Classy n’ Sassy. But they aren’t your ordinary blind dates. Mia has to test out the “goods” to find the perfect spokesman– the model for Classy n’ Sassy’s newest line of lifelike adult toys.

Try Me On For Size

So there she sat, waiting in a bar for Penis Number One to arrive, take it back to her place, and test out the seven and a half inches of perfection. It was one of only five that had made it through after she, Bryn, and Penny had stared for an hour at head shots of the finalists.

“Pretend you’ve just been dumped by a cheating asshole or something and you’re out to bang every guy you can,” Bryn had told Mia that afternoon, after she’d whined once again about doing the interviews. “Or channel your inner whore and go on a one-night-stand sex spree.”

One more thing to scratch off Mia’s nonexisting dating bucket list. She’d never done it with a guy she’d just met that day.

Another check of her cell phone for the time. Twenty after eight. Maybe this guy Ryan wouldn’t show and she’d only have to test out four meticulously screened penises. One could hope, right?


Oliver Christensen sat on a wobbly bar stool watching the woman in a hooded sweatshirt, an almost fluorescent shade of pink. Not normal attire for a bar, even this kind of establishment. It wasn’t his usual drinking spot, but sitting alone and unrecognized would never happen at any of the places he regularly patronized. He needed to sit and drink and not think about his disaster of a life.

He’d watched her sit there for a while, checking her phone for the time almost every minute. Only a blind man would not notice her, and not only for the bright shade of her shirt. That long dark hair. He couldn’t help but imagine his hands tangled in it. But it was the eyes, too—catlike with long, sexy lashes. The way they scanned the bar, filled with anxiety, hope. Was she meeting someone? A blind date, maybe? She wouldn’t impress anyone on a first date with that outfit.

But it did seem to suit her. The hair was simple—no high-maintenance hairdo or dye job needing retouching every month. Minimal makeup, as far as he could tell. Just a little bit of something on her eyes to really make them stand out. A down-to-earth normal kind of woman. God, that sounded refreshing.

Oliver tossed back his scotch—not the high-end stuff he was used to, so it burned. But sometimes a little burn was good. Reminded him he was still part of the world even though he often felt like a caged animal. He stood and removed his loosened tie and slid the suit coat from his shoulders. Unbuttoning his sleeves, he rolled them to midforearm for a more casual appearance.

“Hi,” he said as he approached her table. “Can I get you a drink?”

“Oh. Hi. You’re here. Um, no. I’m good.” She lifted her half-empty glass and motioned toward the open seat across from her. “Sit.”

Wow. Nervous.

“How are you?” he asked. Why, all of a sudden, did he feel nervous, too?

“Good. So do you want to know more about me and the shop? I already know the basics about you, though you do look a little different from your photos. Were they taken awhile ago?”

Her mouth moved so fast he almost didn’t catch what she’d said. Another sign she was completely out of her element. That and the chugging of the remaining contents of her glass.

She must think he’s her mystery date. A blind date from an Internet dating service maybe? A good guy would stop her right there and tell her he wasn’t who she thought he was. But was there really any harm? He may not have been who she was supposed to meet that night, but he sure could use a night of fun, and pretending to be someone else sounded like just the thing.

“Yeah. I probably should get new ones.”

“Well, I’m from Classy ’n’ Sassy Lingerie.” She motioned to the logo on the front of her shirt. “I started the business with my best friend after college. And, as you know, we’ve decided to take the business in a new direction and that’s where you come in.”

Interesting. Oliver had no clue what he was “coming in” for, but it sounded intriguing.

“We’re hoping to really boost sales with the new product line and save the business. This is so important for us. We need to get it right. We’re only interviewing a very select group of models for the job.”

“And I made the cut?” Did she seriously think he was a model? Because this was clearly a job interview and not a blind date.

“Yes. We were really impressed with your, um . . .photos.”

“Oh. Good.”

Silence. Should he ask her name? Or was he supposed to already know it? This impersonating a no-show interviewee thing wasn’t as easy as he’d thought. He looked to the table and her empty glass. “Can I get you another drink?”

“Yeah. Maybe one more would be good. White wine, please.”

Oliver went to the bar and ordered the wine and another scotch for himself, questioning whether or not he should be doing this. It was wrong. And it was only a matter of time before she realized he was not who she thought he was.

He turned to look over his shoulder and found her gaze on him. Had she been checking him out?

Her head whipped back, smile bowing her lips, and slowly she turned to meet his eyes again. Oliver couldn’t suppress a smile of his own. God, she was adorable. He needed to know more about her. And spilling the truth now would not allow that to happen.