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276 pages, Paperback
First published March 3, 2009














The playing field ins't level––that's the problem... You know as well as I do that these days, if a man and a woman are equally qualified for a position, the woman gets the job. It's this socially liberal, politically correct society we live in. Men have to be twice as good at what they do to remain competitive in the workplace. Women just have to stay in the race."

...Everybody knows that Darcy doesn't win Lizzy over just by being nice... See, it's all about the Grand Gesture. That's how you get the girl."

“I was just wondering whether your fellow feministas would approve of you using your sexuality as bait.”
Payton pulled back. “I’m sorry?”
She appeared pissed. Good—this he knew.
J.D. pointed to the could-I-sneak-a-peek? V-neck of her shirt. “Planning on showing off the girls tonight, are we? Is that how you plan to impress the Gibson’s execs?”
When she turned back to him, her gaze was icy. “We’re asking Gibson’s to give us twenty million dollars in legal fees,” she said coldly. “If you think my boobs are going to land this deal, then they must be even more spectacular than I thought.”
“Oh right, P and P,” J.D. said. “You know, Tyler, you might want to pick up your balls—I think they just fell right off when you said that.”
‘Forty Women to Watch Under 40,’ ” J.D. emphasized. “Tell me, Payton—is there a reason your gender finds it necessary to be so separatist? Afraid of a little competition from the opposite sex, perhaps?”
“. . . how do you think it would go over if the magazine ran an article called ‘Forty Men to Watch Under 40’?” He took the liberty of answering for her. “You and your little feminista friends would call that discrimination. But then isn’t that, per se, discrimination? Shouldn’t we men be entitled to our lists, too?”
"J.D. ignored the sarcasm. “The playing field isn’t level—that’s the problem. Now maybe you’re comfortable accepting that, but I’m not. You know as well as I do that these days, if a man and a woman are equally qualified for a position, the woman gets the job. It’s this socially liberal, politically correct society we live in. Men have to be twice as good at what they do to remain competitive in the workplace. Women just have to stay in the race.”
"He pictured her place as being a tad . . . plebian. That probably wasn’t the most politically correct way to say it. What word did liberals prefer nowadays? Granola? Organic? In reality, however, Payton was none of those things. In fact, if she never spoke, one might actually think she was quite normal."
“See, you just don’t understand women the way I do, J.D. They want it all: a career, apple martinis, financial independence, great shoes; but at the same time—and this they’ll never admit—they are drawn to patriarchal men who are dominant and controlling. That’s the essence of the Darcy complex. He may be an asshole, but he’s an asshole that gets the girl in the end.”
"What I wanted to tell you," he began deliberately, "was that you were wrong."
Now there was a friggin' surprise. Payton glared.
J.D. continued, more calm now, his voice steadier. "I mean, about what you told Tyler."
His eyes met hers and held them.
"I would've done it for you in a heartbeat."
Payton's eyes quickly scanned her front room and kitchen, making sure they were presentable. Not that it mattered, because (a) it was The Shithead and (b) he wasn't staying. Her apartment was her sanctuary, which meant 100 percent J.D.-free.
"Mr. Jameson. Whatever this is, I don't have time for it. If you have questions about Payton's attire this morning, I suggest you take a stroll on over to the courthouse and check it out for yourself. She's in Judge Gendelman's courtroom."
J.D. nodded. Yes, yes fine, thank you. Nice attitude, by the way. Like boss, like secretary.
J.D. heard the beep, signaling the end of the message, and he hung up the phone. He thought about what Payton had said-not so much her apology, which was questionably mediocre at best-but something else.
She thought about him while lying in bed.
Interesting.
If anything, it was a good thing Payton was giving him the silent treatment. Ha-if that's all it took, he should've been a rude bastard years ago. Maybe now he'd finally have some peace at work. No more pissed-off hair flips, no more covert you're-such-a-wanker-J.D. glares, no more secret arguments in back hallways over feminist and right-wing agendas.
These were the things J.D. certainly would not miss.
Not at all.
Having finished her assessment, Payton supposed that, if pressed, in that upper-crusty, Ralph Lauren-y, sweater-thrown-over the shoulders, have-you-met-my-polo-pony kind of way, J.D. was pretty damn good-looking.
J.D. glanced down at her hand, then up to meet her gaze. "What is it you really want to know, Payton?"
She asked him the question she had been asking herself for the past few days. "Why are you being so nice to me now?"
J.D. leaned forward in his chair. He gazed directly into her eyes, and Payton suddenly found herself wondering why it had taken him eight years to look at her that way.
"Because you're letting me," he said softly.














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OkayJust kidding... or maybe not. Comm'n J.D is hot. Just can't stop picturing the man... with his suit. Yummy... suddenly hungry :p
❦I mean all contemporary books are about insta love -> annoying
❦ The guy is mostly possessive, possessive and douche-bag -> really?!?!
❦ The girls are either too cool to fall for the guy (but they fall) or either too dumb and that's why they fall -> not INTERESTED
❦ There is no f... ing plot -> there is a short story evolving (not really) around two main characters that just don't have the balls to be together or either find stupid excuses not to be together! (WHAT ARE YOU IN KINDERGARDEN?)
This book is just a good combination of humor, romance and life ambitions.

Shocking!!!
So if there was no sexual content, no possessive alpha male, no insta loveIT HAD TO BE a boring love story...