I grin.
“Spill. What happened between the two of you? Have you. . .” Pippa wiggles her eyebrows suggestively.
“No.”
She gives me a doubtful look.
“Not yet.”
“That’s more like it. Why haven’t you?”
“I. . . It’s complicated because of my work clause.”
“What do you mean?”
“I have a strict no-fraternizing policy in my work contract.”
“Biggest bullshit I’ve ever heard.”
“Well, believe it or not, it’s an actual clause. We had some bad press a few years ago when one of our consultants got involved with a very well known, very married CEO. His wife was New York royalty, so she destroyed my colleague, and did some serious harm to the company name.”
Pippa presses her lips into a thin line. “Okay, but you’re on your own here. Your boss can’t find out.”
I paste a mischievous smile on my face. “That’s what I’m banking on.”
“Now we’re talking,” she says.
I’m uneasy, because Dirk is sneaky, but if I play my cards right, he won’t find out.
“How about you? Are you dating anyone?”
“Nope. I’m divorcing my ass of a husband.”
“Oh. I’m sorry.”
She lowers her eyes to her plate. “Haven’t gotten to the part where I want to date again. I’m going to grow cobwebs down there soon.”
I snort into my pizza, and we both roar with laughter.
“You know what the antidote to that is?” I ask.
“Two more margaritas and a hot waiter to go?”
“I was going to suggest shopping, but your way will work better.”
Pippa shrugs. “I’m not going to go home with a waiter. I don’t really do one-night stands. But there’s no harm in delighting my eyes.”
“None at all,” I say. Suddenly, I want to brighten up her mood. “We should schedule a girls’ day out.”
Pippa perks up. “How about Saturday?”
“Well, Sebastian returns Saturday.”
“Ah, I see. Let’s check our calendars to see when we both have a free weekend.”
“Deal.”
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