Cole’s eyes narrowed speculatively. “Have you got designs on her?”
“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.