Page 37 of The Plus One Professional

“Fine. What about this?” he asked as he pulled out a jade-colored dress.

It was the dress that I’d bought to wear the next time Simon was in town, and he took me out to dinner. The form-fitting, scoop-neck, backless dress came to mid-calf. The material formed to my curves like it had been tailored to my exact measurements. It wasn’t in-your-face-sexy. It was subtle-sexy.

“The green matches your eyes. Cole won’t even remember what an NDA is if he sees you in this.”

“It won’t matter. He’s color blind.”

Olivia and Trevor’s heads both swiveled toward me.

“He’s color blind?” Olivia questioned.

“Yep.”

“I’ve never actually met anyone who is color blind.” Trevor repeated the same sentiment I’d had.

I nodded as I bit my lip, remembering the moment that he’d asked me if I had green eyes and blonde hair. The feeling of his touch grazing the edges of my ear.

“Why are you biting your lip?” Olivia pointed at me in accusation.

“What? I’m not,” I lied. Olivia leveled me with a stare that would have me shriveling if I were on the stand being cross-examined by her. “Fine, remember I told you we got locked in the upstairs bathroom?”

At the mention of being locked in the upstairs bathroom, the energy in the room shifted. Olivia and Trevor shared an in-the-know look. Clearly, they knew something I did not.

“What?!” I demanded.

“I may or may not have directed Mr. Plus One to go up there,” Trevor admitted sheepishly.

“Trevor told him that the downstairs bathroom was out of order. And he told him to shut the door because Billie told him that it locked from the inside.”

“You did? Why?”

“Um, hello, did we all forget I’m a matchmaker?” Trevor lifted his hand. “That’s what I do. I facilitate meet-cutes. I am a meet-cute facilitator.”

“I was working. He was there with Holly’s sister. We didn’t know it wasn’t a real date.” I argued all of the reasons why a meet-cute had been totally inappropriate.

He waved his hand dismissively and said, “People meet at work all the time. He clearly wasn’t interested in Jenna. And, yes,wedid know it wasn’t a real date.” Trevor pointed at himself as he emphasized we. “And thank godwedid, because look at you now. You’re heading off for a romantic weekend in wine country with Mr. Plus One. Sooo, back to your Ana-Steele lip-biting. What are you not telling us?”

“Ana Steele?” I questioned.

“Fifty Shades of Grey,” Olivia explained.

Right. I’d read the books. She had done a lot of lip-biting.

I took a breath. “It’s nothing, it’s just, when we were looking for the earring, he asked me if I had blonde hair and green eyes. I thought he was being, I don’t know, I didn’t know why he was asking me, but then he told me he was color blind, so he didn’t know, and that’s why he asked.”

Olivia’s head tilted to the side. “So, what? He was just guessing?”

“Or he asked someone to describe you, but he wanted to know they weren’t lying to him,” Trevor reasoned.

“Maybe.” I hadn’t gotten the impression it was either of those things, but I guessed it could be.

“Well, you’ll have plenty of time to find out this weekend. You can ask him over pillow talk.” Trevor moved to my dresser and opened the drawer that my bathing suit was in.

“We’re not sharing a room, and I don’t need a bathing suit.”

“Yes, you do.” Trevor, of course, grabbed my slinkiest black bikini and pulled it out. He held it up and must have approved, because he placed it in the suitcase on my bed. “And what do you mean you’re not sharing a room?”

“I’m staying with Billie and Birdie. I got Cole his own room.”

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