“She’d be amazing,” Lindsey said, bobbing her head to the beat of the music filtering through the bar. They were not at the Trojans clubhouse but had gone into the city to enjoy one of the many dance clubs that they have to offer. A few of the guys had agreed to tag along, not that Pie was interested in what they were doing.
Glancing over at where Lindsey pointed, he saw a brunette, swaying her hips, giving him the eye, and there was no interest there at all, not from him. “Nope.”
“Seriously? Like, what is wrong with her?”
Lindsey burst out laughing. He loved the sound and often tried to make her do so whenever he got the chance. “You’re a hoot, you know that? So funny. You’re probably one of the few men complaining about that.”
“I like a woman with curves.”
She thrust her chest out. “My curves, or bigger?”
“I kind of like yours. They’re okay.”
“Wow, you’re all for the compliments tonight, aren’t you? I feel really special right now.”
“You really should. I don’t compliment just anyone.”
Again, she chuckled, taking a sip of her drink and glancing around the room. “I don’t know.” She wrinkled her nose. “I’m wondering if we need to change countries for you to be the least bit interested in what’s on offer. Sometimes beggars cannot be choosers, just FYI.”
He rolled his eyes, looking out over the dance floor.
Lindsey had made him wear his leather jacket as they came out chick hunting. They’d been doing this for some time now, and she’d even tried to get him to hook up with a chick from another club during the disaster of a picnic the Billionaire Bikers hosted. Pushing those memories to the back of his mind, he tried to find an interest in the women in the club, and nothing.
“You’re starting to scare me, just so you know.”
“Why am I scaring you?”
“It shouldn’t be this hard for you to find someone to fuck.”
“I’m not just looking for someone to fuck, Lindsey.”
“I know. I know. We’re in the market to find our soulmate, but you know, a lot of fucking needs to happen.”
He shook his head.
“Hey, excuse me,” she said, to a couple passing. It was a man and woman who were sending smoldering looks at each other.
Pie didn’t know why Lindsey was so obsessed over this, but he didn’t argue with her. What was the point?
“What’s up?” the guy asked.
“My friend and I are having a little argument. He doesn’t think sex is important when it comes to meeting people. I, on the other hand, do. What are your thoughts?”
Lindsey, even after nearly a year, didn’t have a filter. He’d tried to get her to see sense, but no matter what he did, nothing seemed to stick with her, and it was kind of frustrating. The only problem was he found her kind of frustratingly cute. Like, really fucking cute.
“Sex is a must,” the woman said.
“Yeah, it’s right up there, man. You don’t want to start something that may not last, you know.”
“Thank you,” Lindsey said, cocking her head to the side, looking smug. “I rest my case.”
The two people moved on, and Pie took a sip of his beer. “Two people do not make a good assessment.”
“Give me two people that you know could have made it without sex.”
“Duke and Holly.” He named his Prez and his Prez’s girl.
Lindsey burst out laughing. “You’re joking, right?”
“They don’t count. They eye-fuck each other just walking in a room.”
“And it was like that from the start, thank you very much.”
“Ugh, I give up.” She dropped down from her stool and grabbed his hand.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m taking you to dance because I’m bored of arguing with you, and I can’t seem to get you interested in any of the women here.”
She led him onto the dance floor and just like in the movies, the song slowed down. Lindsey didn’t have a problem with that, putting his hands on her hips and holding him close. She rested her head against his chest.
In a short time, Lindsey had become his best friend. They were so close, and they had formed a kind of bond, which was strange as he never recalled being this way with anyone, least of all a chick.
They had a deal though.
So far, neither of them had succeeded in finding the one woman or man for them. What he had discovered was Lindsey was very … open. She loved both men and women and didn’t have a problem voicing her approval.
“This is nice,” Lindsey said.
“Yeah, it is.” He rested his cheek against her head, ignoring Dime, Landon, and Floss as they smirked over at him.
The club had their own thoughts when it came to his relationship with Lindsey. He didn’t give a fuck at all what they thought. He liked her, a lot.