I spot Cole immediately. He’s the first man to walk through the door and he approaches me immediately. Even though he’s hardly a stranger by now, I’m still struck by his good looks. He’s around 6’2”, has thick dark brown hair, and the kind of body that instantly conjures up images of firefighters, and lumberjacks. He’s a cross between rough and cosmopolitan—essentially a rugged man in a suit. Or in today’s case, a rugged man in a tailored, crisp white button down and navy slacks. I accidentally find my eyes drawn towards the bulge in his pants and before I can look away he catches me looking.
“Like what you see?” he asks, teasing me.
“You wish,” I retort, rolling my eyes.
He comes up close to me and grabs me tightly by one hip. With the other, he traces the tip of his index finger slowl
