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flimsy at best. With this kind of start to it, she wasn’t sure what to do. Jacob bailed her out.
“Why are you here, Vivienne?”
“It’s the end of the workday. I thought we could have drinks…see each other.”
Jacob squared his shoulders. “It’s only Thursday, Vivienne.”
“I know what day it is.” Vivienne took a breath. “It’s only drinks, and there is no reason we can’t spend some time together.”
Jacob raised his brows. “A date ?”
“Just drinks.”
“It sounds like a date to me.”
Vivienne shook her head. “It can’t be. You were the one who said that a date is arranged in advance, and is planned.” She paused. “Clearly, I didn’t plan .”
For a moment, Jacob just looked at her. Vivienne’s heart pounded, and she held her breath. Yet she was still annoyed that he was giving her so much trouble about a few drinks.
Then Jacob’s eyes softened. Much to Vivienne’s amazement, he stood up, came around the desk, and reached for her hand. “Where would you like to go?” Maybe dropping by hadn’t been such a bad idea after all.
*****
Vivienne opted for the Skylark, a rooftop bar with a view of Midtown Manhattan. On the upper deck, frozen cocktails were served, so Vivienne ordered a frozen blackberry margarita. And Jacob, very appropriately, ordered a signature cocktail called the Italian Stallion, vodka mixed with other exotic ingredients.
Thankfully, Jacob didn’t give her a hard time about coming by his office, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t later. His rules didn’t apply to Vivienne during the week, so maybe there was some advantage to the weekends-only plan. Besides, he couldn’t punish Vivienne, since her act had not been a playroom transgression.
Vivienne sipped her drink, and Jacob imbibed, eating nuts with pretzels, while gulping his vodka concoction. He talked with her, ignoring the impromptu nature of the date , and finished his Italian Stallion. Then he flagged the waiter to order refills for both of them.
Halfway through Jacob’s second cocktail, he sprang a question on Vivienne. “I’m curious…when I met you, why didn’t you have a steady boyfriend?”
“You’re still as blunt and tactless as ever,” Vivienne said, but really didn’t mind.
“In case you haven’t noticed,” Jacob said, “you’re fairly direct yourself.”
Having no defense, Vivienne considered his question. “I dated, but I didn’t meet anyone I really clicked with.”
Jacob’s blue eyes flared with something that could only be described as lust. “I can imagine.”
“I mean besides the sex .”
“It’s just difficult to fathom.”
Vivienne raised a brow. “What is?”
Now Jacob seemed at a loss for words, which was something new. “You are…so passionate.”
Vivienne glanced down at her drink, then back into Jacob’s eyes.
“I just have trouble understanding why no man snatched you up.” Jacob drained his second drink, and flagged the waiter for another.
“I wasn’t waiting for that.” Vivienne was insulted. “You think a woman just lurks around, until some guy snatches her ?” She huffed. “What century are you in?”
The waiter swooped by, and Jacob ordered another refill for each of them.
“I just meant…” Jacob eyed his empty glass. “There must be a lot of idiots out there.”
Vivienne giggled. “Now that’s something we can agree on.”
Drinking her third margarita, Vivienne was very relaxed, a little tipsy, really. She’d skipped lunch, and the alcohol on an empty stomach had quite a zing to it. She talked more, laughed more, and by the time their glasses were drained, she was pretty loose.
Jacob took notice and ordered food. Vivienne wasn’t picky, so let him select several dishes they could share. Drinks or not, she wasn’t overly hungry. Although, at Jacob’s insistence, she did eat some of the food.
Even in her inebriated state, Vivienne was aware of a change in Jacob. He was less stiff, smiled more, and really
“Why are you here, Vivienne?”
“It’s the end of the workday. I thought we could have drinks…see each other.”
Jacob squared his shoulders. “It’s only Thursday, Vivienne.”
“I know what day it is.” Vivienne took a breath. “It’s only drinks, and there is no reason we can’t spend some time together.”
Jacob raised his brows. “A date ?”
“Just drinks.”
“It sounds like a date to me.”
Vivienne shook her head. “It can’t be. You were the one who said that a date is arranged in advance, and is planned.” She paused. “Clearly, I didn’t plan .”
For a moment, Jacob just looked at her. Vivienne’s heart pounded, and she held her breath. Yet she was still annoyed that he was giving her so much trouble about a few drinks.
Then Jacob’s eyes softened. Much to Vivienne’s amazement, he stood up, came around the desk, and reached for her hand. “Where would you like to go?” Maybe dropping by hadn’t been such a bad idea after all.
*****
Vivienne opted for the Skylark, a rooftop bar with a view of Midtown Manhattan. On the upper deck, frozen cocktails were served, so Vivienne ordered a frozen blackberry margarita. And Jacob, very appropriately, ordered a signature cocktail called the Italian Stallion, vodka mixed with other exotic ingredients.
Thankfully, Jacob didn’t give her a hard time about coming by his office, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t later. His rules didn’t apply to Vivienne during the week, so maybe there was some advantage to the weekends-only plan. Besides, he couldn’t punish Vivienne, since her act had not been a playroom transgression.
Vivienne sipped her drink, and Jacob imbibed, eating nuts with pretzels, while gulping his vodka concoction. He talked with her, ignoring the impromptu nature of the date , and finished his Italian Stallion. Then he flagged the waiter to order refills for both of them.
Halfway through Jacob’s second cocktail, he sprang a question on Vivienne. “I’m curious…when I met you, why didn’t you have a steady boyfriend?”
“You’re still as blunt and tactless as ever,” Vivienne said, but really didn’t mind.
“In case you haven’t noticed,” Jacob said, “you’re fairly direct yourself.”
Having no defense, Vivienne considered his question. “I dated, but I didn’t meet anyone I really clicked with.”
Jacob’s blue eyes flared with something that could only be described as lust. “I can imagine.”
“I mean besides the sex .”
“It’s just difficult to fathom.”
Vivienne raised a brow. “What is?”
Now Jacob seemed at a loss for words, which was something new. “You are…so passionate.”
Vivienne glanced down at her drink, then back into Jacob’s eyes.
“I just have trouble understanding why no man snatched you up.” Jacob drained his second drink, and flagged the waiter for another.
“I wasn’t waiting for that.” Vivienne was insulted. “You think a woman just lurks around, until some guy snatches her ?” She huffed. “What century are you in?”
The waiter swooped by, and Jacob ordered another refill for each of them.
“I just meant…” Jacob eyed his empty glass. “There must be a lot of idiots out there.”
Vivienne giggled. “Now that’s something we can agree on.”
Drinking her third margarita, Vivienne was very relaxed, a little tipsy, really. She’d skipped lunch, and the alcohol on an empty stomach had quite a zing to it. She talked more, laughed more, and by the time their glasses were drained, she was pretty loose.
Jacob took notice and ordered food. Vivienne wasn’t picky, so let him select several dishes they could share. Drinks or not, she wasn’t overly hungry. Although, at Jacob’s insistence, she did eat some of the food.
Even in her inebriated state, Vivienne was aware of a change in Jacob. He was less stiff, smiled more, and really
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