familiar squeal come from the direction of the pool table area. Cringing, Lennox turned her head and found her sitting at a table watching two guys play. They were the two guys who Lennox heard cheering over their win on her way up. The night was about to get interesting, knowing she was more than likely going to be walking home alone later on or spending the rest of her time talking to some guy she would have no interest in while Tatum got cozy with his friend.
“Here ya go, sweets.” The bartender got her attention as he placed her drink down in front of her. “Got any plans later on?”
Annoyed and not in the mood, Lennox grabbed her drink and said, “Yeah, I’m with a friend, sorry.”
“Too bad, there’s a killer party in the city tonight. You and your friend should come,” he said, eyeing her up and down, a smirk pulling on the corners, “the King knows how to party, if you know what I mean.”
“Not interested.”
With that, Lennox walked away shaking off the chill she felt, knowing the guy was watching her as she walked. She knew what he meant, and it wasn’t her scene, not in the least. When it came to anything but alcohol Lennox wasn’t interested, and she never would be. She didn’t mind people who smoked it, whether it was on a regular basis or only here and there; that was fine, but she wouldn’t be one to join them. It was her one rule and her one deal breaker. Even though it didn’t bother her with people she knew, she never wanted to be with someone who lived that lifestyle, it was just a matter of preference and that wasn’t one of them.
“Lenny, over here.”
She looked in the direction of Tatum’s voice to see her still sitting at the table, while everyone in that section had turned and was now looking at her as she walked towards Tatum with a forced smile, trying not to show her embarrassment.
“What are you doing over here?”
“I saw these two hot guys,” she motioned to the guys at the opposite end of the pool table, “and had to come introduce myself; hot aren’t they?”
Lennox turned her head in their direction and watched them. The one standing back, watching was okay and decent looking, but nothing compared to his friend bent over the table getting ready to shoot. He lifted his eyes just in time to catch her stare.
His eyes were pale blue, almost grey, and full of animation. He winked at her before dropping his eyes back to the table. Lennox watched as his toned arm pulled the cue back and released, sending the white ball flying across the table, breaking up every other one. She watched as his frame stood tall, his lips pulled into a smile as he watched the balls fly across the table, while some found the pockets on the sides and corners. His light blue long sleeved button up shirt was pulled across his chest, buttons ready to pop, and the sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. His hair was a darker dirty blonde and slightly shaggy, like a surfer, and his face was smooth and clean shaven. He was hot just like Tatum said, and watching him stand there, talking, she could tell he was confident just by how he held himself.
Her eyes darted away from his as he turned his head, almost catching her staring at him. She turned her attention to Tatum who was sipping on a drink and watching the game in front of her. Movement from beside her caught her attention and she turned to see the guy she had just been staring at walking towards her, his lip twitching with a smile.
He held out his hand and said, “Must be Lenny.” His voice was rich, just not as deep as Caleb’s.
Placing her hand in his, she nodded, “Lennox, actually.”
“Nice to meet you, Lennox,” he smiled, “I’m Raine. Raine Hopkins.”
Lennox smiled as Raine’s grip tightened around her hand, and their eyes locked; just as thoughts of Caleb floated through her mind, creating a conflict deep inside.
“Lenny,” Tatum’s voice slurred in Lennox’s ear as she threw her arm around her
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