Page 6 of Taking Chances

He might have been a bit frugal, but I wouldn’t say he was cheap.

“Is she right?” Lennox nudges my shoulder, snapping me out of my thoughts.

“Not sure. Still thinking it through.”

Was he boring in bed? I don’t think so. He was no worse than my previous partners. And maybe I haven’t enjoyed it every single time, but that’s normal, isn’t it?Maybe I’m the boring one.

“You’re not,” he states, not even looking at me. Shoot.Did I say that out loud?

“Yes, you did.”

“Fuck.” I snap my hand to my mouth, my stomach dropping. Can I do anything but make a fool out of myself in front of this person?

“Don’t worry,” he says on a dark chuckle. “Your secret’s safe with me.” His wink shoots through all the layers of my current dejected state, straight to my core.

“I need another drink,” I groan, waving to the server.

“So, Lennox, tell us more about yourself,” Rina asks.

“Connor and I used to play hockey together in Boston.” Oh yes, he’s a hockey player. As if he wasn’t fictional enough. “I retired a few months ago and started looking for a city to settle in. Connor recommended the scene here, so I came.” He shrugs.

“The scene?” Natalie asks, her brows furrowed.

Lennox glances at Connor, who responds with a confident nod.

“The kink scene. Connor recommended a club here that he claims is off the charts.”

“So you chose your place of living because of a sex club?” Natalie snorts.

“Yeah, I guess you can say that. But nothing was keeping me in Boston, and a good sex club is as good a reason as any,” Lennox says.

Of course, he’s a member of a sex club. Look at him. My ears start burning when I remember all the embarrassing stuff he learned about me in the last two days.

Last of which is the fact that I think I’m boring in bed. My insides clench on an internal groan.

Because the truth of the matter is, even though I’m aware Bryce wasn’t perfect, he was still pretty amazing. There’s a tiny part of me thinking that the reason he left, that the reason all the ones before him left, was the fact I’m boring.

No matter how much I try to be the perfect girlfriend, I still always come up short. And it’s a thought worse than any breakup.

4

LENNOX

Who would’ve thought Seattle was so tiny that I’d bump into the same person twice in two days? Though, it’s probably my fault for going to the same bar two nights in a row.

“So, Connor’s the friend who recommended this bar?” the little firecracker asks me when Matt and Natalie head to the bar and Connor and Rina are busy dancing.

“Yup. But good for you for remembering yesterday at all.” I tip my bottle to her.

“I wasn’t that horribly drunk, FYI,” she protests. “I remember everything.”

“Good to know.” I wink, and she blushes from her head to, probably, her toes. Her V-neck pink sweater reveals a generous amount of her substantial cleavage, and the blush spreading over it is enough to make me hard.

I need to talk to Connor about the club he recommended and deal with the membership as soon as possible. It’s been too long, especially if naïve, innocent looking girls like Anne turn me on.

She’s a vision of romance, and I’m the furthest thing from it.

I prefer my sexual encounters more on the business side. Pre-agreed, with no surprises or emotions. Completely transactional, mostly exchanging orgasms, though I’m not a stranger to paying a sex worker.

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