The Billionaires Love Curves 2 - a BBW BWWM Billionaire Romance by Cj Howard Page B

gone temporarily insane and I'm at a loose end.”
     
    Elaine threw a cushion at Lacey that hit her on the head.
    “Well,” Lacey was saying to Cole. “I'd love to come out for a drink... I can be ready in ten minutes...okay, sure. I'll see you then.”
    Lacey hung up and looked over at Elaine who had been sitting next to her on the sofa with her head close by, trying to listen to the conversation.
     
    “Wow,” Elaine said. “Did you just make a date with another billionaire?”
     
    “Why do you have to bring money into it? Cole is a really genuine guy.”
     
    “No, I'm just saying, you don't do anything by halves. You put yourself through school, land a fabulous job, sleep with the billionaire CEO, ditch him and take up with another rich guy!”
     
    “I can't help how things worked out. You know, if Nate had been different, I'd be with him now. But I've gotten to know Cole as a friend first and that makes all the difference. I know him as a person and we really click. Besides, I'm taking it slow.”
     
    “Really? Taking it slow?” Elaine followed Lacey to the bathroom. “Shaving your legs?”
    “Yes,” Lacey replied.
    “Oh, way to take it slow, Lacey,” Elaine said, shaking her head.
    “Right! Out!” Lacey threw a towel at Elaine. “I only have five minutes before he picks me up, now go.”
     
    About twenty minutes or so later, Lacey was climbing into the passenger seat of Cole's sports car.
     
    “Where we going?” Lacey asked as he sped away.
     
    “A few friends are having drinks at the Roof Garden of the Hilton. I said I'd drop by, I hope you don't mind,” he said catching glimpses of her but still having to keep an eye on the traffic.
     
    “No, sounds fine, but do I look all right?”
     
    Lacey was wearing a very clinging navy dress in stretch fabric that showed up every curve of her hour glass figure. Cole had not failed to notice how it hugged her full hips as he walked her to the passenger side of his car. And the cut of the neckline that showed off her cleavage.
    “You look like you always do, Lacey. Absolutely wonderful.”
     
    When they arrived at the bar, Cole introduced Lacey to a table of seven of his friends. He sat her next to a friendly red-head in a gold strappy dress as he stepped away to answer a call on his cell phone.
     
    “So, you're Lacey,” the red-head said, shaking Lacey's hand. She snapped her fingers at a passing waiter. “Another of these, please. I hope you like Mimosas, they're my favorite and I love them.”
     
    “I do, thanks.”
     
    “Cole hasn't stopped talking about you. He keeps going on about this exceptional journalist he's met and showed me every one of your articles online.”
     
    “Oh, God, no! I'm sorry about that.” Lacey put her hand to her cheek.
     
    “Don't you dare apologize. I love your writing, and Cole, if I'm not mistaken, appears to love you.”
     
    “He what?”
     
    “Oh, I'm sorry if I'm speaking out of turn but one thing about Cole is, he never introduces us to anyone he dates unless she's serious and that hasn't happened in a really, really long time. Oh, here he comes. Don't tell him I told you.”
     
    Lacey looked at Cole with a different pair of eyes. She was warming to Cole by the day, but never would have imagined that he was already seeing her as a serious girlfriend. She studied him all evening and noticed how relaxed and happy he was. He was more than attentive to her and made sure she never felt left out. During the course of the evening all she thought about was the prospect of having Cole Tyler as a boyfriend and the idea appealed.
     
    But it got late and Lacey had to go, she had work the next day. Cole spotted her looking at her watch.
     
    “We can go any time you're ready. Allow me to drop you home.”
     
    “You're allowed.” She grinned, her cheeks flushed from the Mimosas.
     
    Cole made their excuses, took Lacey's hand, led her to the elevator and stared at her all the way down. Placing his hand