“See, I can be a good boy,” he teases.
I grin before letting out a sigh of relief. This might work.
We open the files, laying everything out on the table, but before we start, Cole grabs his phone. “So what are we ordering in?”
“There’s a great Chinese place down the street that delivers,” I respond.
After looking up the number, he places an order for way too much food, and we open the files, getting started on a game plan.
This is a completely different side of Cole I’m seeing. I’ve seen the teacher, I’ve seen the sex god, shoot, I know him personally. But this, this is different. This is the professional Cole, and I like that I get to see every aspect of him.
Our food arrives shortly after we get started. Cole gets up to greet the delivery guy downstairs and brings the bags up to our floor.
“How much do I owe you?” I ask, reaching for my purse.
“Evangeline, really? I can buy you dinner without it meaning anything.”
“Well, thank you,” I say, looking back at my files.
“Come on. We can eat first. I won’t bite. I promise,” he says, handing me a plate.
I give in. He’s right. We can take a break to eat. It’s going to be a late night as it is.
“So, Evangeline, tell me about your name. Why did you go by Angie when Evangeline is such a beautiful name?”
“Nope. Not going there.” I eye him.
He smirks. “Okay, then let’s start with something else. Where are you from?”
“Where are you from?” I ask back.
Knowing I’m not going to go there, he starts talking. “I grew up not far from here actually. Can you believe I was kind of a scrawny nerd in high school?”
He laughs, and I can’t help but join in with him. It takes a big man to make fun of himself.
“Back then glasses weren’t as sexy as they are now.” He plays with his glasses, pushing up his eyebrows at the same time. “Don’t try to hide it. You liked seeing them in class the first time.”
I smile a knowing smile but don’t give him the satisfaction of actually saying it, but yes, his glasses were a turn on in a weird way. They aren’t your normal reading glasses. They’re black, slim-framed, and very retro.
“That’s why I wear them, you know. It makes the girls horny.” He grins at his own joke.
“Then why don’t you wear them at the club?”
“Glasses and masks don’t mix. Thank God for contacts.” He winks.
“So you were the nerd, huh? Is that why you’re a member? Making up for your lonely high school days?” I joke.
“Nah, not really. I like the kink of being there, having someone watch me, and of course, the no strings attached thing is a plus.”
“Until you met me.”
“Yup, you had to come screw everything up.” He smirks at me before he takes a bite of his General Tso’s Chicken.
“Am I the first person’s identity you figured out from the club?”
“Yes and no. I knew.” He pauses, correcting himself before he says his full name. “Secret.”
My lips tilt up in a silent thank you for not telling me his name. “What’s his story?”
