Page 54 of The Plus One Professional
Hearing that another man had picked out her bikini did not sit well with me. I’d never really been the jealous type. I’d assumed it was because I’d only had one real relationship and felt secure with Lindsay. At least I had until she cheated on me.
But I wasn’t even with Bailey, and the thought of another man seeing her in this bikini, much less picking it out, had my blood boiling as hot as this water.
“Yeah, Trevor. You met him at Holly and Marcel’s wedding.”
I tried to flip through my mental Rolodex, but I came up blank.
“He was the man wholiedto you and told you to use the bathroom upstairs, even though there was nothing wrong with the bathroom downstairs.”
Ah, the guy who looked like he should be the lead on a procedural. Right. “He lied?”
“Yes. In fairness to him, he is a matchmaker, literally. He runs a matchmaking service with my best friend.”
“So he was trying to set us up?” I clarified.
She nodded. “He was.”
“Well, damn, I guess now I need to thank Trevor for two things.”
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BAILEY
Stop smiling,I told myself.Play it cool.
Hearing and seeing Cole’s reaction to Trevor’s cupid attempt, as well as my bikini made me a whole lot happier than it probably should have. Not as happy as hearing that he’d dreamt about me. Or that he remembered every outfit I’d ever worn around him. But happy nonetheless.
“So, your friends are matchmakers?”
My heart thudded wildly in my chest as Cole fanned his chiseled arms out in front of him on the bubbling surface.
“They are.”
“And they never tried to set you up?”
“They’ve wanted to, but I wasn’t… I didn’t want to get set up. I’ve just been concentrating on the business for the past few years.”
“Hmm.” He made a noncommittal sound as if he knew that wasn’t the entire story. Which it wasn’t.
“I haven’t been in the right headspace to meet someone,” I admitted.
“Right.” He nodded and met my gaze. The look in his eyes said he knew where my head had been, which was with Simon. “When’s the last time you’ve been with someone?”
“You mean…beenwithsomeone?”
His lips curled into a half-grin that had a bad-boy edge to it. “Yes, I mean, hanky-panky.”
My head fell back as I laughed at the callback to the day I found out he was a plus one for hire. I still couldn’t believe that’s what I’d said.
“It’s been a while,” I answered without answering.
“How long is a while?” He followed up.
I’d always been very private about my sex life, or lack of sex life. I wasn’t embarrassed, per se; it just wasn’t a conversation I felt comfortable having with 99.99999999% of the population. But it seemed Cole was the 0.00000001% that I did feel comfortable with.
“Two years,” I confessed.
“Hmm.”
