Page 18 of Lustful Nights

Lennox:Question number 4

Jensen:Are we still playing this game?

Lennox:Duh. I still have a ton of questions I get to ask.

Jensen:Okay. Fire away.

Taking a deep breath, my hands shake as I type out the next text.

Lennox:Were you okay with what I was wearing yesterday?

Jensen:I was perfect with everything you were wearing yesterday. Everything. And honestly, I can’t wait to see it all more up close and personal.

Jensen:Question 4?

Lennox:Ask me anything.

Jensen:How would you feel if I was at Peaches to watch you on stage tonight?

I stare at the text, my heart beating fast. Is he really here again to watch me?

Lennox:You’re here? Again?

Jensen:Is that okay? I can leave if you want.

Lennox:No no no. Stay. Please. I’ll make sure to have an extra sway to my hips.

Jensen:Can’t wait to see it.

“Earth to Lennox! Did you hear me?” Declan’s voice cuts through and I turn my head to look at him.

“Hmm?”

“What’s got you so preoccupied? Ooh, is it a boy? Ugh, wait. Please say no. You have the worst taste in men.”

“Do not.” I pout, tossing my phone onto the table and crossing my arms over my chest.

“No, he’s right. You really do,” Tristan chimes in from his spot a few seats down. “Remember Max, the one who kept checking out every other man in the club when he would come?”

“Or that one…Lucas? He would always tell you that you were wrong no matter what it was about,” Bash adds cheekily, joining the rest of them.

“Or what about?—”

“Okay, okay. I get it,” I tell them, rolling my eyes. “Poor taste in men.”

Jensen filters into my mind, and I slouch in my seat. I hope I’m not making another mistake by getting involved with him. Being with a man who’s never been with any other man beforecan be tricky, especially if my personal experience is anything to go by. A few years ago, I met Clay, who I thought was the perfect gentleman. He spoiled me, would dote on me, and just made me feel overall amazing. However, I later found out I was a secret to him, and he never planned to come out to any of his friends or family. Once someone started questioning why he was spending so much time around me, he dropped me like a sack of potatoes and had a new girlfriend before the week was even over.

“You’ll find the right one. And I can guarantee it’ll happen when you least expect it. Or whatever the saying is,” Tristan tells me, patting my shoulder. Tristan has always been a hopeless romantic, waiting for his fairytale ending to unfold.

“Or you can be like me. No boyfriends, just sex.” Declan winks, snatching off his shirt.

I roll my eyes, pulling on my cowboy boots. “No, thanks. I’ll leave all that to you.”

“It’s probably better that way. More men for me,” he jokes, shouldering past me. As much as Declan tries to act like he’s all about hooking up, I’m one of the few people who knew how Declan was before. Before he had his heart ripped out and stomped on. It changed him, and ever since then, he’s sworn off relationships. I keep hoping he’ll get it out of his system, but so far nothing.

“Let’s go, boys. It’s time to dance our hearts out.” Declan, Bash, Tristan, and I head out of the dressing room, making our way toward the stage.

“And now to kick off the night, let’s give a warm welcome to our first group. Angel, Romeo, Deco, and Onyx are ready to shake their tail feathers!” The DJ announces us, and we take off, getting into position. Knowing Jensen is somewhere in the crowd has not only a nervous feeling flowing through my body, but also a sense of excitement at knowing he’s here to watch me.Shaking my hips side to side, I make my way to the pole, waiting for ‘Talk Dirty’ by Jason Derulo to start.

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