Page 21 of Very Unlikely
Usually, Lennox is at my side, forever on the lookout for bullies. People at these types of events can be extremely rude, and more times than not, their focus is on the outcasts—people like me who endeavor to avoid confrontations like her life depends on it.
“Did you want a drink?” Before I can remind Lennox that I don’t drink often, much less at gatherings like this, he snags two glasses off the tray of a man I’m assuming is a waiter before handing the less toxic one to me. “Even if you don’t drink it, just having it in your hand will help you blend in.” He misses my pout when he returns the greeting of a man with wide shoulders and blond hair on the stairwell across from the foyer. “I’ll be back in a minute.” He shifts his bluish-green eyes to me. “Try and have fun, okay?”
“In thewholeminute you’re abandoning me at the equivalent of a frat party… sure, I’ll use the time wisely.”
“Cocoa—”
“Fine!” I give in with the stomp of a child. “I’ll mingle as if my last name is Jamison.”
He grins about my reply, but it isn’t his full smile before he presses his lips to my cheek. The briefest brush of his mouth to my cheek thrusts me onto the radar of every single horny female in the room. They either glare at me in shock I snagged someone as handsome as Lennox or while plotting ways to permanently extricate me from his life.
More times than not, the latter is the clear winner.
Not wanting to remain on their radar, I walk to the outer edge of the living room, hopeful the floral print on my jacket will make me incognito with the drapes.
I’m startled to within an inch of my life when a male voice says, “Hideous, aren’t they?” He has a unique Australian-American accent and even more distinctive hair. It almost hangs to the waist.
“The drapes?”
After stabbing a cigarette into an ashtray at his side, he stands, then moseys my way. I try to keep my eyes locked on his handsome face, but it’s a little hard to do when he isn’t wearing a shirt and his leather pants hang low enough to show off his fantastic ‘V’ muscle.
I had no clue I was such a lower ab lover until now.
“I let an ex decorate for me,” he scoffs at himself. “Worst. Idea. Ever. She was as bad at decorating as she was at giving head.”
“Oh.”Yep! I squeak that out like a virgin.“You could always have them replaced as I am sure you haveher.” I close my eyes and pray for another sinkhole. I really need to start thinkingbeforeI speak. “I’m sorry. I am socially awkward. That’s why they only allow me out once or twice a year.”
I pop my eyes open when the unnamed gent’s laugh rumbles through my chest. “I’m guessing you’re Summer. Lennox said you’re a hoot.”
“You know Lennox?” He’s an easy topic for me to discuss, so my nerves subdue in an instant.
“Yeah,” the dark-haired man replies. “We hung out a few years back. When I heard he was in town, I invited him over for a couple of drinks.”
My eyes bulge out of my head. “Ohhh.You’re Flynn Maxwell. I’m so sorry I didn’t recognize you.” He’s only the lead singer of the country’s highest-rated rock metal grunge band, but whatever. “Your house is lovely.” I nudge my head to the window dressings. “If you exclude the drapes.”
He laughs again, not the least bit annoyed I didn’t realize who he was. “It’s not too shabby.” After settling his laughter, he removes the drink I have no intention of drinking, then dumps it onto an empty side table. “I hope you enjoy yourself tonight. Lennox has big plans.”
“He does?”
I bounce my eyes between his when he pretends to twist a key into an invisible lock on his lips before he heads in the direction I just came from. “If you need anything, holler. You are here as my guest.”
“I will… thank you.”
He raises his arm into the air before he disappears into the crowd.
Approximately twenty painfully awkward minutes later, I twist to my left when my name comes out of a familiar-sounding voice. Desiree is waving me to her half of the room. Although her smile is inviting, I hesitate in filling her request when I notice who she’s with. I’ve never met the women she’s mingling with, but I can recognize a pack of psychotic sorority sisters from a mile out.
These ones, perhaps even two.
When my scan of the crowded room fails to find Lennox anywhere, I begrudgingly make my way to Desiree. She’s a sweetheart, and I trust her, but I have a hard time approaching women who look like they belong on the stage ofLegally Blonde the Musical.
Desiree gives my hand a squeeze of support before introducing me to three of the blonde bombshells. “Summer, this is Heather, Melanie, and Selena. Bitches, this is—”
“The girl who arrived with Lennox Jamison, right?” Selena interrupts with a quirked brow and pursed lips.
“Ah… yes, that is correct—”
“How do you know him?” Heather asks before I can get in another word, much less express my shock at Desiree referring to them as ‘bitches.’ She’s never had a bad word to say about anyone.
