My life is great, except for one small thing. I’m lonely. Between working all the time and just life in general, dating is hard. So, I decided to take a small shortcut. I didn’t exactly know what to expect when I walked into Seeking Curves, a high-end matchmaking service for the somewhat fluffy. Which is me, really— fluffy. When they asked me what I wanted in a partner, I decided to give them my wish list. He must have a job. (I’ve been hit on enough by the male passengers on the loser train.) He must be cute—or at least have a good sense of humor. Honest. Kind. And okay, I mean, let’s be real here— He needs to be good in bed. Don’t look at me like that. A woman has needs . That should be easy, right? Okay, I admit it. I wasn’t expecting this to work out either. Color me surprised when I get matched with Travis. He’s perfect—utterly, irresistibly perfect. Someone this great must be an angel from heaven, right? Either that or he’s hiding something…