Irresistibly Yours
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For tonight anyway.
And Penelope had been only half right about her stress over what to wear.
On one hand, as expected, the women of the group were all perfectly put together. But on the other hand, they were so freaking nice that she was pretty sure she could have worn one of her jerseys and rattiest jeans, and they wouldn’t have even blinked.
“So, Penelope, tell us honestly now,” said Riley McKenna, as the gorgeous brunette hooked her arm through Penelope’s and guided her toward the couch. “How is it working in the testosterone cage?”
It took Penelope a minute to understand what Riley meant. “The Oxford offices? Is that what it’s called?”
“No,” Emma said with a dismissive wave of her hand as she came to join them in the living room. “That’s not a thing, ignore Riley.”
“Yes, but there is a lot of testosterone up there,” Riley argued. “Am I right?”
“Yes, dear, but unless we want them to start calling Stiletto the estrogen cave, I suggest we—”
“Estrogen cave sounds like a name for vagina,” Riley said.
Penelope choked on the white wine she’d been sipping, and Emma gave her a sympathetic look. “Sorry about Riley. She forgets that names for genitalia aren’t appropriate dinner party conversation.”
“They are in this group,” Riley said.
Emma ignored her friend and leaned forward with an eager smile for Penelope. “Okay, but do tell us…how is it really working with Cole and Lincoln? Which one’s hotter? I mean, they’re both hot, but which one makes you all panty?”
“Wait!” a feminine voice called out.
Julie Greene grabbed a wine bottle, filled up her glass, and then made a beeline for them. “How dare you talk about the good stuff while I was helping make dinner?”
“You weren’t helping, Jules!” Grace called from the kitchen. “You massacred the bread!”
“Julie can’t cook,” Riley said, patting her friend on the knee.
“I didn’t used to cook,” Julie said, holding up a finger. “But I’ve learned.”
Emma caught Penelope’s eye and shook her head.
Penelope hid a smile into her wine.
“Okay, so back to Cole—” Julie said. “Actually no, don’t answer that. Let’s wait for Grace.”
“Oh, well, there’s really nothing to talk about….” Penelope said.
“Of course there isn’t, sweetie. But let’s discuss it all the same before the men get back, shall we?”
“Honestly, how long does it take to check out a grill when it’s freezing out?” Grace mused.
Jake and Grace’s apartment building was in the process of remodeling the rooftop residents’ lounge, and the second Jake had mentioned grill, all five of the other men had insisted on a tour.
“You know they’re talking about us, just like we’re talking about them, right?” Emma said, as she came to join the rest of them in the living room.
“Maybe,” Grace said doubtfully. “Or they’re talking about steak—”
“Who cares,” Julie interrupted. “I want to hear about Cole.”
Penelope gave a nervous laugh when she realized that all of the women’s attention was riveted on her. “Okay, so please don’t think I’m playing coy, and I really appreciate the invitation tonight, but…Cole and I are just colleagues.”
Riley lifted a skeptical eyebrow.
“And friends,” Penelope rushed to explain. “I like him. A lot. But not like that.”
Julie’s nose scrunched. “But he came here with you tonight, even though we made it perfectly clear that we weren’t trying to make this a couples thing.”
“Lies!” Riley said. “We’re totally trying to make it a couples thing. We just didn’t know Lincoln or Cole, so we brought both. Ooh, maybe they could mud-wrestle over you!”
Penelope laughed a little at Riley’s bald honesty. “I appreciate the sentiment. I do. But if you’re looking to set Cole up with a woman, I think you’ll need someone a little more…”
“A little more what?” Riley demanded.
Penelope blew out a breath. “I’m not his type.”
“Fun fact,” Julie said cheerfully, “Cole doesn’t have a type.”
“Well, he does, sort of,” Grace corrected. “Boobs.”
“See, there you go!” Penelope said, snapping her fingers and then pointing at her chest. “I’m lacking there.”
“Take it from another not-well-endowed gal,” Emma said, “the menfolk find all sizes very interesting.”
“Well, Cole doesn’t find these interesting,” Penelope said. “And I don’t want him to.”
“Well, this is disappointing,” Julie said with a pout. “I could have sworn my matchmaking instincts were dead-on.”
“Rumor has it we should have gone with plan B,” Grace said to her friends, sounding just a tiny bit smug.
“Plan B?” Penelope asked. “You had multiple plans?”
“Multiple men, she means. For you, sweetie,” Julie explained.
“Plan B is Lincoln,” Grace said.
“Mmmm, Lincoln,” Riley said with a dreamy sigh. “You like him, Pen?”
“He kissed her,” Grace said, before Penelope could answer.