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Layla snorts and pulls her bottom lip between her teeth while she reads said notes.
“What?” I ask.
“Oh, just these notes are surprisingly accurate,” she mumbles.
“Clue me in, please. I feel like I’m being gossiped about,” I say and now I’m second-guessing my decision not to mention my own issues with Polly.
She nods, ignoring me, and then finally looks up at me. I can still see traces of humor in her eyes, but she’s got her game face on. “All right, so you have some things to work on, but I don’t think it’s all too extensive that minor changes can’t fix.”
I glare. “I’m a great dater.”
“So you’ve said. But Polly disagrees.”
“By all means, please share what the amazing Polly, the dating coach, said about our date.” I toss my hand out in front of me.
“Basically, you're too attached to your phone, you’re too cocky, and you’re not interested in your date personally,” she says and her face is serious, but I can’t help feeling like this is a joke.
“For real?” I ask.
“Yes.”
“I don’t…” I trail off, shaking my head.
“You don’t what? She said you answered several texts throughout the date. You were rather cocky about your successful job and never asked her about her job. She said it felt very one-sided.” She folds her hands in her lap and looks at me. Ready for my excuses.
I blink a few times and once again reconsider my stance on throwing Polly under the bus.
Chapter 7
WHOLE THING WAS WHACK
LAYLA
“I can tellby that look you are expecting me to disagree with everything you just said. And I’ll be honest, I want to, but I don’t like the fact that you’re expecting it,” Cole grumbles.
I bite the inside of my cheek. His distress is cute and I’m finding it hard not to laugh.
“These feelings you are having are completely normal. Please feel free to work through them. I can help,” I tell him as seriously as I can manage. I’m not lying, though. Most people don’t think they have issues when it comes to dating, so when they learn that they do, it causes some distress.
“All right, well, first, I wasn’t on my phone the whole time. It was my grandma. Honest to God, Lays. She texted and I ignored it, but the texts just kept coming. I had to respond to her. That was the last of the phone for the night.”
Normally, hearing a “my grandma texted excuse” would cause me to inwardly roll my eyes, but knowing who his grandma is has me believing him.
“Secondly, when asked if I’d eaten at LACE before, I wasn’t going to be a douche and pretend I’d never been here. I said I was the owner. I might be cocky, but I’m not the asshole who boasts about his success on a date. That’s not me.” He crosses his arms, his designer black shirt tightening over his muscles.
“All right,” I offer him and he continues his rant.
“But also, I do care about the personal life of my dates. But she was a fake date and had already told me her credentials. I’m not a fucking actor, Layla. Was I supposed to pretend I didn’t already know all that? Maybe be more clear next time.” He huffs out.
And I can’t help it. I laugh. He glares and his pouty face is so damn cute it’s obnoxious.
“You’re being mean.”
“I’m not. It’s just you’re being such a baby right now,” I tell him.
“Polly hurt my feelings. She wasn’t nice and I’m pretty sure she lied to me about her hobbies, which made her hard to relate to. What thirty-something enjoys birdwatching? Really?” He turns to me, expecting me to know the answer.
Again, I bite my cheek. And I might feel just a tiny bit at fault here. Because Polly is amazing. She’s fun and interesting, and I’ve never had a complaint about her wingman dates. But before Cole’s date, I stopped by her desk and warned her that Cole was a handful and to not take it easy on him. She must have taken what I said to heart.
