Irresistibly Yours (Oxford #1)(60)
Cole Sharpe smiles like that for all women, she reminded herself.
But when they stepped out of their building, and he rested his hand lightly—casually—on the small of her back, it didn’t feel like she was just any woman. It felt like she was his woman.
“How do you feel about fancy cocktails?” Cole asked as he led her south.
“Depends. If they have whiskey in them, I feel favorable.”
Cole laid a hand over his heart. “I do believe my ticker just skipped a beat.”
She smiled. “That’s all it takes, huh? A girl who likes bourbon?”
“I’m not shallow, Pen. The girl has to like baseball and bourbon.”
“Well, then, I’m your girl.”
“Yeah, you are,” he said with a quick grin.
Penelope’s heart did some more acrobatics, but before she could dwell on his words, Cole shifted conversation to work stuff, and Penelope marveled at just how easy it all was, transitioning from colleague, to friend, to lover and back again. It was precisely the type of thing that should be complicated, but with Cole, it felt wonderfully simple.
Penelope scrunched her nose in confusion as he led her toward Grand Central. Did their drinks involve getting on a train?
Instead of entering the main terminal, he led her around to a side door and up a handful of steps to a dimly lit bar. A pretty blond hostess in a black cocktail dress and pearls waited with a polite smile; Frank Sinatra played in the background.
“Where are we?” she whispered quietly as the hostess led them up a staircase to the balcony overlooking the main bar. “And what year, nineteen twenty?”
“The Campbell Apartment,” Cole said, “one of my favorite places in the city.”
“I can see why,” Penelope said as they were seated. “It’s gorgeous.”
“Apparently it used to be some guy named Campbell’s office back in the day. Personally, I like it better as a bar.”
Penelope glanced around at the sexy, dim lighting and the well-dressed patrons. “Dang. Some office.”
“You should bring your friend here this weekend,” Cole said, without looking up from the cocktail menu.
“I should,” Penelope said distractedly. “Evan would—”
Wait. Wait a darn minute.
“How did you know I have a friend coming into town?”
Cole grinned and set the menu aside. “Really? You haven’t figured out the delights of being part of the strange Stiletto/Oxford web?”
Penelope could only shake her head in wonder. “Julie. She moves fast.”
A cocktail waitress appeared at their table, wearing the same elegant black dress and pearls as the hostess had, only this one filled out the top part of the dress in an Are those real? kind of way.
Penelope didn’t miss the way the stunning redhead seemed a little more interested in helping Cole pick out his cocktail than hers, but Penelope didn’t hold it against her. Penelope couldn’t blame the woman, really. Especially with his tie just slightly loosened, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his smile doing that slow, panty-melty thing.
Cole opted for a cocktail called the Commodore, while Penelope stuck with a trusty Manhattan.
“Okay, so, about your friend,” Cole said once Booby Redhead had moved away. “I was thinking…I could tag along?”
Penelope leaned forward with a smile. “It wouldn’t happen that somebody planted that idea in your head, now, would it? Because this seems to be very similar to a plan I hatched with Julie just this afternoon.”
Cole let out a little laugh and held up his hands. “Guilty. But I confess, I was prepared to have to talk you into it.”
“Why? I’m the one who needs the favor.”
“I guess I just thought you’d try to play it like you didn’t need help.”
“Oh, I need help. I so need help.”
Cole’s smile slipped a little at her admission, and his eyes went serious. “So you and this guy…”
“Evan.”
His jaw moved just slightly, and when he spoke again his voice was more gravelly than before. “You and this Evan. What exactly happened between you?”
“I’ve already told you.”
“I know the details of the * stealing your job. I want to know the sexy parts.”
“There are no sexy parts,” she grumbled. “That was kind of the problem.”
Cole winced. “I can’t believe I’m actually asking to hear about you and another guy, but…short version. I need the details if I’m going to pull this off this weekend.”
“Short version? I thought I was in love with him. Maybe I actually was, I don’t know. And I was so ready to tell him. I’d just nailed my interview with Sportiva—or so I thought—and I was feeling very confident. I thought it was my time, you know. The moment where my life quit being average. I was going to tell Evan I felt…”
“Did you sprinkle rose petals on the bed?” he asked sympathetically.
She laughed. “Just about. I went over to his place to watch a game, the way we had a hundred times before, and I just…I don’t know, I wanted to be spontaneous, so as soon as he opened the door, I kissed him.”
Cole said nothing and Penelope forced herself to tell the rest of the story. “He didn’t kiss me back. And by the time it all registered, there was this other woman there in the background sort of smirking at me….”