Page 24 of Together in Harmony
“A poetess! How exciting! Read me one?”
“Nope.”
“Baby?” Lennox wheedles, “take pity on me, I can’t read them myself. I can’t believe you are a writer! So clever.”
“I wouldn’t call myself a writer, or a poetess. My poems are not clever at all. Maybe I could say I am a word artist?”
He munches on a muffin. “You’d better not tell Hugo you are an artist. He hates artists at the moment.”
“Why? What an odd thing to hate.”
“His ex is a pretty famous artist. Does weird concept stuff, that doesn’t really look like art at all if you ask me. Anyway, she had this new exhibition recently. It was called something like, an ode to nasturtiums? Is that a word? It meant people with big egos.”
“Narcissism?” I ask. “Nasturtiums are a type of flower.”
“Oh, yeah. Narcissism, that's right. Your big brain is very sexy. Anyway, this show was about their life together. It was at one of the biggest galleries in New York, all very hush hush. No one knew what it was going to be about.” I get a little distracted as Lennox sucks frosting off his fingers.
“We’d all gone to the opening to be supportive. It was a good thing me and Asa had been there, otherwise Hugo would have probably ended up doing a stretch.”
Lennox is demolishing his third muffin now.
“Brookes had printed off text messages and notes, stuff that Hugo had sent to her. They were plastered around the walls. That was bad, but then there was a sound element, where you could hear Hugo talking to her, obviously unaware of being recorded. She even had some weird smudgy paintings that were labeled as ‘made with rockstar cum’—what a freak! Anyway, Hugo was devastated. In her art catalog she stated that she had set about making a relationship with a rockstar so she could then dissect it and turn it into a new form of art.”
“What a bitch! No wonder Hugo is upset about it.”
“Yeah. Sucks. Anyway, if you won’t read me a poem, tell me something else. Tell me about Asa.”
“Asa?”
“You know, giant dude. Could win ‘nicest man in the world’ trophy. Asa,” he says. “Do you like him?”
I swallow.
“Sure, of course. Asa’s a sweetheart.”
“It’s true, he is a fucking sweetheart… Is that what you like Harmony? Do you like your guys to be sweet?”
I’m blushing again. I wonder if he knows what Asa did to me, with me yesterday. Do these men talk among themselves? Lennox is so gorgeous, he could have anyone. I don’t know why he is throwing all this energy at me. Does he just want me, because he is competitive with Asa?
I don’t say anything and Lennox stands and moves closer.
“I’m not sweet,” he tells me. “At this moment I want to bite onto your ear lobe, then move down and bite one of your sweet nipples I saw on the meadow. So if you want a bit of bite,” he grins at me, his pupils expanding. “If you something a bit more meaty…then you know where to find me.”
Then he moves his hand down, and it hovers in front of my crotch. Straight away my panties floods with wetness. Lennox lowers his head slightly and sniffs.
My knees go weak.
Being around Lennox, there is something about his energy that is just too intense, I can’t handle it. It is too much. I pull my body back slightly and try to shut down my desire.
Lennox is surely very well versed in women, because he backs away, putting his hands in the air.
“No pressure, baby,” he laughs. “It's just, goddamn, I think we’d be fire.”
I don’t disagree.
“How about a date?” he says next. “A good old-fashioned date. I pick you up, then bring you back home and we just go do something fun, and not too intense? I’ll promise to bring you home by midnight like Cinderella.”
I want to say no. It seems wrong on several levels, and what about Asa?
