Page 117 of Curvy Girl Summer

“And speaking of dates…” I leaned forward and rested my chin on my fist. “R&B concerts are great for date nights.”

He nodded. “Yeah. But not for a first date, because you can’t really talk to each other during a concert.”

“True.” I paused. “So, who was the woman with you at the concert?”

He gave me a weird look. “What?”

“I’m just curious. You have a front-row seat to my business, so the one time I see you out and about on a date, I feel like I’m entitled to know the details.” I rubbed my hands together. “Let’s hear it.”

His lips spread into a slow smile. “And why are you so curious?”

“Because you’re in my business, and it’s time for me to be in yours.”

Smirking, he stroked his bearded chin. “Interesting…”

I pursed my lips. “Never mind.”

He looked deep into my eyes. “What do you want to know?”

“Everything you want to tell me.”

“Okay for one, it wasn’t a date.”

“Well, you two looked like maybe…”

He shook his head. “Nah. That was Kayla’s sister. We were always cool, and she gets tickets through her job. On the rare occasion herwife doesn’t want to go out, she’ll hit me up to see if I want in. She knows how I feel about India Davis so we went.”

“Oh! That’s nice you’re still close to—”

A loud bang of barstools tipping over interrupted my sentence, and we both immediately darted our eyes toward the noise.

“Excuse me!” A woman flanked by two friends clamored against the bar. “We need shots!”

“Shots! Shots! Shots, shots, shots, shots!” the group chanted as Ahmad turned to serve them.

The ladies were flirtatious as he took their money. They didn’t just catcall him; they were loudly objectifying him. When one of them asked for his number, he held up his hand, and they booed.

I giggled behind my hand as I picked up my vibrating phone.

My belly flipped with excitement as I read Lennox’s text message letting me know he was at Onyx.

Taking a deep breath, I turned just as he walked in. With his dark skin and bright white smile, he caught the attention of a couple of women as he entered the bar. But once he locked eyes with me, he made a beeline in my direction.

“It’s nice to finally meet you,” he breathed, a starstruck look in his eyes.

I felt something.

“How can I help you?” Ahmad asked, breaking up the moment we were sharing.

Slipping onto the barstool next to me, Lennox flashed a smile. “Whatever the lady wants, the lady gets.” He looked at me. “What would you like?”

“Malibu sunrise,” I ordered.

“I’ll try that, too,” Lennox chimed in.

“It’s sweet,” I warned him.

“If you like it, I’m willing to try it. I trust your judgment,” he assured me.

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