Page 20 of Crossing Lines

Trishell motions to the top. “Your friend hooked us up with a reserved section after I told him we’re cousins. Let’s chill for a bit.”

My heart starts to race as I follow them upstairs, pounding harder when my eyes locate Kross sitting with his friend, Preston, and two other guys and women.

Noticing me, he stands and wanders over as I sit with Trishell. “Good evening, Ms. Designer.” He’s sleek in his black shirt and dark jeans, smelling like a rich, warm blend of oud, sandalwood, and bourbon vanilla. Sweet lord. “Didn’t expect to see you tonight.”

“Changed my mind,” I reply smoothly. Meanwhile, I’m fanning flames inside.

“I’m glad you did.”

Our eyes linger a little too long before I catch myself. “Uh, you’ve met my cousin.”

“Yeah.” He smiles at her. “Enjoying yourself?”

“I sure am,” Trishell chirps. “Dope place.”

“Appreciate it.” He refocuses on me, taking in my purple bodycon dress. “You look great. Another one of your creations?”

“Not this time. Thanks, though.”

He starts to leave as Reeve returns with our drinks. “Y’all enjoy the rest of your evening.”

I watch him walk back to his friends. A lady scoots closer after he sits, but Kross doesn’t oblige her. As he flicks my way, I turn my head, meeting Trishell’s curious gaze.

“What?” I ask before sipping my peach vodka.

She scoffs. “Thought you didn’t want to upset Jamir?”

“Man needs to take a break,” Reeve adds. “Can’t only focus on the money, you know?”

“Jamir’s at a country club chilling with a client. He’s quite all right.” As both crumple their foreheads, I add, “Long story. I want to have fun and not think about it.”

“Fine by me.” Trishell raises her drink. “Cheers!”

We clank glasses and chug the alcohol, relaxing until the hypnotic beats lure us to the crowd below.

I’m already warm from drinking, and that, mixed with moving to uptempo track after track, makes me break a sweat. It becomes awkward when the DJ slows it down with a reggae love song, so I tell the swaying couple, “Going to chill.” They barely break eye contact to respond with nods.

I return to the VIP area, order another drink, and relax on the comfy velvet seat. I’m ashamed that I can’t suppress my delight as Kross moseys over.

“May I join you?” he asks, voice like silk.

“Yes, you may.” I try to reel in the odd emotions as he sits on the seat beside me. God, that cologne arouses my senses.

“Everything cool?” he checks.

I touch my neck nervously. “Why do you ask?”

“You told me your man had an issue with you coming to my club. Yet, here you are.”

“It’s all right.” I glance down and pick at my dress.

“Y’all broke up?”

I lift my head, realizing his expression is serious. “No. We’re fine.”

“Hm.” His sexy smile returns. “Looked like you were having fun out there. You have some moves.”

“Why were you watching me?” My voice sounds more sultry than intended.

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