I wish Lennox would stop trying at this point. Do I look like I want to dance? I give him a pointed look that hopefully expresses my thoughts. He nods, immediately getting it. I watch as he plays with his glass and twirls the drink around. He’s obviously bored. I don’t know why he would come here unless he wanted to actually do it. I don’t get him. Just what kind of game is he playing?”

“You should enjoy tonight.” I tell him, seeing how he glances up at me with one of his eyebrows raised in question, “after tonight, you won’t be able to come here for a while.”

“Well, I would hope a while means a short while…” Lennox whispers, looking like he is a little lost in thought, “this kind of sucks, no offense.”

I shrug. I have no answer to that. Hell, I also wish that it means a short while. It’s not like I enjoy his company or him. I just want him to be far away from me, but I’m stuck with him for now. I won’t admit it though, he would probably cry.

“Dance with me then, you’ll make it worth it?” He decides to tease me a little bit.

“I don’t dance.” I mutter, wishing he would drop it.

“Really?” He asks surprised, “at all?”

I shake my head.

“I could teach you.” He sure is persistent.

“I’m not dancing with you, Lennox.” I growl at him.

“You don’t dance, you don’t drink.” He rolls his eyes, deciding to be a little sassy, “what do you do for fun then?”

I actually do drink but I’m not going to correct him because then he might ask me to drink with him. I want to stay sober and alert tonight. I don’t know why I have to keep explaining this to him when he knows there is only one reason, I am here with him.

“I don’t have fun.” I tell him, hoping he’d drop it, “I work.”

“I work, too, but I also have fun.” He retorts, sipping on his drink, “I was planning on going to Greece for fun, but that’s not going to happen any time soon.”

I expect Lennox to be all over the place when we got here, having fun. We could have done all this moping back at home. He could have done this alone… I wouldn’t have had to be there.

“How’s your brother?” He asks softly, looking up at me with those big brown eyes, “is he alright?”

I nod,  a little uncomfortable about the personal question, “he’s fine.”

“I’ve got a little sister, too, you know.” He murmurs, just rambling off once again, “do you two get along?”

I actually do know that. He has a little sister, and both of his parents are well and good. Liam and I could be closer. I wish we were as close as we used to be in the past, but that is one of the sacrifices that I made to be on this path. Hopefully, when I’m ready to get back into his life, it wouldn’t be too late by that.

“I’ll take that as a no then.” Lennox murmurs, a slight curve of a smile on his face, “that’s okay, he will forgive you. They are just teenagers; they like to give sass.”

Lennox’s tie is gone.

Oh.

His collar is unbuttoned, and I can see some skin showing through his white shirt. There’s a little birthmark right on his neck. It’s such a weird thing to notice but there’s no one else here and nothing for me to do except make sure the man in front of me stays alive. I wonder if he has more of those. It’s obvious that he works out, not even trying to hide his toned chest. I think that he would really look handsome without any clothes on. I don’t understand why he doesn’t have someone by his side yet.

“I can feel you staring…” He trails off as he looks at me.

I hold his gaze, not shying away. I never shy away.

“Do you like what you see?” He whispers, and I feel my palms turn sweaty.

Unable to hold his gaze anymore, I look away. I take deep breaths to calm myself. There’s no way this is happening. None at all. I can’t flirt with him, it’ll be dangerous. I can’t give him that much credit.

“Do you have someone?” He suddenly asks me.

“Huh?” I’m confused.

“I want to know if you are in a relationship with someone.” He says bluntly.

I appreciate him coming on strong, but I’m not ready to play this game. Especially not with him. I don’t know why he wants to know. Does he think it’ll give him a chance with me? I would never date him.

“Do you ever shut up?” I try to evade the question.

“No.” At least he is being honest.

Ugh.

Lennox scoots over and leans forward so our legs touch each other. I glance down, before meeting his eyes again. I can tell what he is really trying to do, and I feel my dick twitching with appreciation. Oh shit, this might be a little dangerous now.

“I like to talk, especially when I’m with someone I’m interested in. I talk very much.” He mutters, his voice low and husky, “I’m a very patient man, Silas, I know what I want, and I get it.”

We both stare at each other. The room goes even more quiet and empty like it’s just the two of us in it. His brown eyes are staring deep into my own. His gaze travels to my lips, and I feel my body starting to heat up. I can pretty much see down his shirt now, his nipples right in my view. Shit, what is he trying to do to me? I don’t even know if my heart is going to be able to take this.

I break eye contact first again.

“Don’t be interested.” My voice comes out raspy and I hate it, “you’ll be disappointed.”

“I can’t help it.” He whispers, making me wonder if he is really flirting.

His words do many things to me including anger. So, I choose to get angry. Anger is easy. Others are not. 

“How can you like a man who tried to kill you?” I ask him, feeling like my heart is about to pound right out of my chest, “you have to be crazy to think like that.”

Seriously, shouldn’t he avoid me at all costs?

Lennox shrugs, as if he is confused about this as well, “maybe I like danger?”

I let out a groan. I really should have killed him when I had the chance.