“No, I do not have designs on her. We’re colleagues. I see her every day at the office.” Theirs was a professional relationship, nothing more.
“Not like that, you don’t,” Cole muttered.
“Quit obsessing about Jenny.”
“Me?” Cole gave a hollow chuckle. “You’re the one who can’t keep his eyes off her.”
Mitch realized he was watching her yet again, marveling at her grace and glamour. He dragged his attention back to Cole, meeting the man’s smirk.
“Back off,” Mitch growled.
Cole accepted a glass of champagne from a passing waiter, and Mitch did the same.
“Admit it,” said Cole. “You think she’s hot.”
“I think she’s efficient.” And that was all that mattered in Mitch’s world, no matter how tempting she looked tonight.
Two
Jenny’s evening had been an abject failure.
Mitch hadn’t been wowed by her new appearance. He’d barely seemed to notice her, and he didn’t ask her to dance, not one single time. Through dinner, the toasts and speeches, the cake cutting and finally the dancing, she’d grown more and more depressed.
Now that the bouquet had been thrown and the newly married couple had officially left for their honeymoon, she was going straight home to take down her hair, take out her contacts, scrub off the makeup and send the dress back to Emily via the dry cleaners. She never wanted to look at it again.
Outside in the parking lot, she hunted through the small jeweled purse for her car keys.
To think she’d felt beautiful at the beginning of the evening. She’d let Emily’s optimism rub off on her. Then, standing next to Mitch while the bride marched down the aisle, she had actually felt a little like Cinderella.
She retrieved her car keys as she made her way across the asphalt, feet aching from the high heels and a blister burning on her left baby toe. Her car was parked under one of the many overhead parking lot lights, but as she approached it, she realized something was wrong. Her taillights seemed to be faintly glowing.
She quickly inserted the key and opened the driver’s door to find her headlight switch on. She flicked it off, frowning, because it had been broad daylight when she arrived for the ceremony. She slipped into the driver’s seat, pulling the door shut and inserting her key into the ignition.
“Come on,” she muttered, holding her breath as she turned the key.
It clicked. The engine clunked. A brief grinding noise came from under the hood. And then silence.
Jenny cursed under her breath.
She tried the key one more time but was met with stubborn silence. She smacked her palms down on the steering wheel in frustration.
She did not feel like waiting for a taxi to take her home. And now she’d have to come back tomorrow and get her car. Though it was a workday tomorrow, she’d decided to call in sick for the first time in, well, ever. She was going to pull the covers up over her head and wallow in self-pity. She swore that a pint of gourmet ice cream and a sappy movie were as close as she was coming to activity tomorrow.
She scooped up her purse and reached for the door handle, when she noticed something on her dashboard. It was a folded piece of paper, and she was certain it hadn’t been there when she parked the car.
Confused, Jenny reached out and unfolded it, leaning forward and squinting in the illumination from the parking lot’s overhead light. You’ll thank me tomorrow, it said. And it was signed Emily.
Jenny couldn’t believe it. Her best friend had actually sabotaged her car? Had Emily lost her mind?
Someone rapped on the window, and Jenny nearly jumped out of her skin.
“You okay?” came Mitch’s deep voice.
Jenny crumpled the paper into her palm.
He lifted the handle and pulled open her door.
“I’m fine,” said Jenny, hoping he’d accept her answer and go away.
“Car trouble?” he asked.
She shook her head, still staring straight ahead. She just wanted to get home, away from Mitch and away from the humiliating memories of this night.
“I heard you cranking it over. Want me to take a look?”
“It’s fine,” she insisted.
He was silent for a moment. “Are you mad at me?”
“Of course not,” she lied.
“Your car’s broken down, Jenny.”
She closed her eyes for a long moment. “I know. I’m tired. I was going to call a cab.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. Pop the hood.”
She turned to look at him. “You’re not exactly dressed for mechanical repairs.”
He glanced down at his pristine white shirt and silk tie. “Good point.” Then he held out his broad hand. “Come on. I’ll take you home.”
Jenny glanced around the parking lot, desperately searching for someone else who could serve as her knight in shining armor. The very last thing in the world she wanted right now was to spend more time in Mitch’s company while he failed to notice the new, improved and sexy Jenny. But nobody else was around to save her.
“I’ll just go back inside,” she began.
“Will you stop?” He reached down and snagged her hand, drawing her gently but firmly from her vehicle.
She grabbed her purse and came steady on her feet just as he slammed the door shut behind her, obviously annoyed. Well, she was annoyed, too. Even if he hadn’t been bowled over by her chic new look, he could have at least complimented something. The hair, the dress, the shoes. But he couldn’t even throw her a crumb.
He kept hold of her hand. “This way.”
She spotted his sleek, gleaming Corvette parked haphazardly next to the front garden. “That’s not an authorized parking spot.”
“I was late. I’ll pay the fine tomorrow.” He swung open the door. “Now, get in.”
She huffed out a breath, and braced her hand against the back of the bucket seat, stepping one foot inside the car and nearly losing her balance on the high heels.
His arm snaked around her waist, and she felt her dress hike high on her thighs. Her bottom pressed against his leg as he braced her steady.
“I’m fine,” she ground out.
“You’re grumpy,” he responded, a trace of humor in the voice that was close to her ear.
“Will you let go?” Her pulse was doing unnatural things under his touch. Her face flushed hot, and her knees suddenly felt unsteady. She determinedly pulled herself into the car.
He let her go, and she dropped onto the seat. She quickly straightened her skirt, covering as much of her thighs as possible. Then she glanced down to catch an expansive view of her cleavage. She adjusted the shoulder of the dress and tugged at the bodice.
Mitch had paused, watching her, the door still open. But she refused to glance up. He was probably laughing at her clumsiness.
After a long moment, he stepped back and firmly closed the door, moving around to the driver’s side. There, he climbed inside without a word, started the engine and pulled the sports car smoothly out of the parking lot.
As their speed increased, the overhead lights flashed above them, alternating with the branches of stately oak trees lining the street. The silence stretched out between them. A mile farther down, they turned off River Road to take the shortcut along Rooster Lane. Given the potholes and sharp gravel on the little-used road, and Mitch’s deep love of his Corvette, Jenny could only assume he was in a hurry to get rid of her.
Fine by her. She couldn’t wait to get home.
Then, abruptly, he pulled off the road onto a grassy patch beneath the oak trees, rocked the car to a halt and set the emergency brake.
“What are you doing?” she asked in confusion, wondering if something was wrong with his car. Surely, Emily couldn’t have sabotaged them both.
But he turned in his seat, draping his arm across the back of hers. “Spill, Jenny. What’s wrong?”