in the crowded hallway.
“It is kind of sad. I mean, on one hand I’m very glad he’s out of my hair, but on the other, I do hold some compassion for him.”
That’s what I loved about our girl. Always had room for kindness.
“Hey, what time are the festivities tonight?” she asked.
“We’re meeting at the building at eight.”
“Does the bar have a name yet?” she asked.
“Yeah. He let Chase name it since he’ll be running it. He chose Rendezvous.”
What else would a French teacher choose?
A few hours later I met the guys at Jamie’s new establishment. It was still an eyesore from the street, but when I walked in, I saw he’d transformed it into a sort of charming, festive construction zone.
“Whoa. How did you do all this?” I asked, doing a three-sixty to take it all in. Christ, I’d been afraid the ceiling might fall in on all of us.
The former drugstore, once littered with the debris of crumbling walls and old, collapsed shelves and other flotsam and jetsam, had been cleared out and cleaned to the best extent possible. There was a makeshift bar set up on one side, and a few bistro tables and chairs scattered about. What made it work without looking like a pathetic attempt to put lipstick on a pig were the strings of lights hanging from the ceiling and draped across the room to look like a sky full of stars.
It was perfect for a little pre-construction ground-breaking celebration.
And then our Senna arrived, in a low-cut dress with a very fitted top and a flared skirt, making her look like a damn 1950’s pin-up star.
“Hello, gentlemen,” she smiled, stepping carefully on the uneven foundation.
We couldn’t take our eyes off her.
It was freaking remarkable that what started as a semester I was dreading turned into something so different than what I—or anyone—expected. Just goes to show, you never know what lies ahead.
After Senna greeted Jamie and Chase, I pulled her to me, inhaling her clean scent and stealing a quick squeeze of her round bottom.
She put her hands on either side of my face and pressed her lips to mine.
When she pulled away, she gave me a naughty smile. My dick jumped to attention, like it always did. “Wanna hear a secret?”
I ran my fingers through her hair. “Hmmm. Not sure.”
“Well, I’m telling you, anyway. The night I danced for you at Club V?”
Like I could fucking ever forget that.
“What about it?”
She giggled. “I wasn’t supposed to dance for you. Zin had told me there was a birthday boy in the group and asked me to pay special attention to him. But I got you guys mixed up. I gave you the dance instead of him.”
“I figured that when you whispered ‘happy birthday’ in my ear. Poor guy missed out on his birthday gift,” I said, laughing. Lucky me, though.
Who knew what lay ahead for any of us, but I knew that with Senna in our little circle, things would never be dull, and would most likely always find a way to work themselves out in the most unexpected way possible.
I mean, who the hell knew I’d find Senna Duncan in my Freshman English class?
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