The Right Swipe by Alisha Rai EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Alisha Rai
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- Genre: Multicultural & Interracial Romance
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RHIANNON HUNTER worshipped at the altar of no man.
Or woman, for that matter. She’d worked hard to carve out her own tiny
empire where she was only accountable to herself and those she chose to be
accountable to. It was a luxury and privilege she didn’t take lightly.
So it was extra annoying when she had to cajole anyone for anything.
Wearing heels, no less.
“Ma’am, you are not on the list.”
Rhiannon flicked the button of her jacket open. Her modest cleavage in
the crimson one-piece jumpsuit she was wearing had the bouncer’s gaze
slipping away from his iPad. She cocked her hip, the better to accent her legs,
the dratted heels at least giving her a nice optical illusion of length. “I got an
invite,” she lied. “Can you please double-check? H-U-N-T-E-R.” She spoke
in what was her closest guess of what a sweet, soft tone might sound like.
The large, muscle-bound guy dragged his eyes back to his tablet and, with
a sigh, scrolled through the list again. The light from the hotel’s hallway
reflected off his shaved head as he straightened. “Of course. Apologies, Ms.
Hunter. Here you are.” He stood aside and opened the door to the ballroom.
She gave him a regal nod and sailed inside like she belonged in truth,
pulling her phone out of her pocket to send a quick text. I don’t know how
you finagled that, but I’m in.
Her assistant, Lakshmi, responded immediately. Didn’t I tell you I’d
handle it? And stop cursing your shoes. You only need to be in them for
a little while.
Rhiannon’s lips curved. She could have worn her signature hoodie and
Converse and not looked out of place during any other event this week—at a
tech conference like CREATE, sweatshirts and sneakers mixed with silk and
suits—but this particular party, an exclusive after-hours event, had specified
a formal dress code.
She tucked her phone back into the roomy pocket of her jumpsuit and
walked farther into the ballroom, snagging a glass of wine off a passing
The place was packed. A band played onstage, but most people were
circulating, their voices pitched over the music. Austin might be a music
lover’s city, but the majority of guests here tonight were conference attendees
whose primary priority was to network and learn.
She surveyed the room with a critical eye. Formal wear was not her jam,
and neither were stuffy hotel ballrooms, but Matchmaker had gone all out
tonight. The company’s signature M was emblazoned on everything from the
heart-shaped ice sculpture to the dark blue napkins.
There were countless dating apps and sites now, but most North
American serial singles knew only three mattered. Swype, the original left
and right swipe-based dating app built around Hot-or-Not bro culture; Crush,
Rhiannon’s pink and feminist response; and Matchmaker, that old-time
behemoth website that had started back in the day when people wanted to
spend days building their dating profile and had to scan their photos via a
Rhiannon had studied Matchmaker in college classes, had picked the
business and its strategies apart when she’d entered the dating industry.
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