Attracted To My Sister’s Bestfriend

First Meet

Adjusting his black leather jacket, he stepped out of the elevator and walked down the hall to his best friend’s office. He was the first person Lennox had wanted to see as soon as the plane touched ground at JFK.

He and Sean hadn’t seen each other since he left for London a year ago, but before then, he had been in Paris, and they had seen only twice for the three years he spent there.

So maybe seeing Sean was the first thing that crossed his mind. Lennox didn’t tell anyone he was coming home, not his parents, not his twin, and definitely not his sister. He knew they were going to freak out when they knew he was back, but he would have to apologize and make up for that.

The precinct was really quiet, but he knew Sean was still in his office. That was what happened when you made Lieutenant after just five years in the office. Sean had joined the force when he was just twenty, after finishing college with Lennox himself at the age of eighteen.

Lennox had thought getting this promotion was impossible because of how young Sean was, but this preceint had proved to cherish talent over tenure, seeing how he had solved fifteen high profile cases in two years.

Exceptional, but that was enough about Sean. He missed his best friend, so this should be about that. Lennox was still walking down the hallway, and had just rounded a corner that led to Sean’s office when something or rather someone, caught his attention.

A woman stood in one of the glass offices, with her back to him, and she was dancing. He couldn’t see her face, but the way she was rocking her hips caught his attention so much that he stopped in his tracks, watching her.

He stood there for a moment, still as a statue, just watching, transfixed. His eyes traced the silhouette of the woman in the glass office, captivated by the rhythm of her movements. There was something hypnotic about the way she swayed, her body in perfect sync with the beat only she could hear, completely lost in the moment.

Her dark hair, long and flowing, caught the light of the fluorescent bulbs above, a few strands highlighted in subtle shades of green.

It wasn’t flashy; just enough to add a bit of character to the otherwise mundane hair. I wasn’t sure why, but it intrigued him, the little peek of color in an otherwise ordinary setting.

Lennox focused on her hands first as she raised one of them in the air, dancing like she was in her own little world. He couldn’t hear the music she was listening to, but he could almost feel it through the way her body moved.

It was effortless, like she had done this a thousand times before. Then his gaze drifted lower, past the delicate curve of her wrist to the way her dress hung on her frame.

The dress was loose, flowing, almost like a sack, not at all what he expected to see in a precinct. But it was comfortable, he could tell. She looked… free. There was a certain grace to her movement, despite the unassuming outfit, which only made him more curious.

He couldn’t make out her figure beneath the baggy fabric, but one thing was clear… her hips. Damn, she had hips that wouldn’t let you forget they were there.

Every time she rocked side to side, the motion shifted the fabric just enough to reveal the rounded curve of her ass. His mind might have been a little too focused on that, but he couldn’t help it. She had no idea, and yet she was already commanding his attention like no one else had.

It wasn’t just her body that caught hin; it was the way she moved. The confidence. The little flick of her wrist, her body at ease with itself.

She had this delicate energy, fragile kind of, although, he didn’t know for sure, but he was just guessing anyway. She look like she could be knocked over by the smallest breeze, but still, she danced with the kind of power that made him think she could survive a hurricane.

Then, just as quickly as she had raised her arm, she dropped it back down, and he noticed the earphones hanging from her ears. Of course, she probably couldn’t hear anything happening around her. Not that he ever planned on interrupting her.

Lennox smiled to himself, amused by her joy, her carefree attitude in a place so full of tension and chaos. It was a simple reminder of how nice it could be to just let go, even if only for a few minutes.

With a soft chuckle, he shook his head, telling himself that he was wasting time. He had to get to Sean. He was probably starting to prepare to leave. If those calls they use to make all the time was anything to go by, he thought as he glanced down at his wristwatch.

Still, he couldn’t resist looking at the woman one more time. As he started to walk away, heading toward Sean’s office, he glanced back over his shoulder.

She had stopped dancing.

She was pulling the earphones out of her ears, her movements slowing as she returned to the real world.

He didn’t know why, but he felt this strange sense of disappointment, like he had been enjoying a show he never wanted to end. Shaking his head again, he reminded himself that he needed to get his head in the game, focus on why he was really here.

It wasn’t to watch a stranger dance.

He reached Sean’s office and knocked twice, then pushed open the door. The familiar scent of Sean’s cologne hit him as soon as he stepped inside.

Sean looked up, and for a moment, he did or said nothing, then his eyes widened as they registered his presence, and his mouth dropped open in surprise.

“Jesus, you’re back?” Sean’s voice rang out, sounding like disbelief and excitement.

“I love Jesus all right, Sean, but my name is still Lennox.” He teased, grinning as he took in the surprise on his face. It felt good to be back, to see him again, even if it had been way too long.

Sean laughed, standing up to clap him on the shoulder. “It’s been way too long, man! What are you doing here? I thought you were off living the high life in London?”

“Couldn’t stay away forever, huh?” Lennox replied with a grin. “Had to come back and check up on you. Besides, I missed the chaos of this place.”

Sean shook his head, chuckling. “Right. Well, you’re here now. We need to catch up. Drinks? My treat.” He said.

Lennox nodded, already pulling his jacket off. “Sounds good. Let’s hit up that bar downtown. The one you mentioned last time. I could use something strong.”

Sean hesitated, tapping his pen against the desk. “Actually… I’ll meet you there, Lennox. I need to wrap this up, and meet briefly with the captain. You know how it is.”

“Of course,” Lennox said, waving him off. “I’ll grab us a table. Don’t take too long.”

“I won’t. Promise,” he said, still smiling, before he left his office. Maybe after catching up with Sean, he would go home to his parent’s house. He had a lot to do before he could start living on his own.

Lennox didn’t have a place of his own here for now, but that wouldn’t last. He hopped in a cab and made his way downtown, the streets passing by quickly. The city had a certain rhythm to it… familiar, yet so different.

The bar was just as he had remembered it, dimly lit, with the low hum of conversation in the background. He made his way inside, found a seat at the bar, and ordered a drink, waiting for Sean to show up.

Maybe he should be grateful the airport had delayed the arrival of his bags, but they promised he would get them tomorrow evening anyway. Or he would have been dragging around a lot of bags now.

He started to look around the bar, but as he was about to take his first sip, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out to see a text from Sean:

“Sorry, Lennox, but I’m going to need to take a rain check. Still tied up with the captain. I’ll make it up to you, I swear.”

Oh! Well, he was going to have to go to his parents’ earlier than planned he guess. He set the phone down on the bar and stood up, losing interest in the drink.