"Douchebag," Lee piped up, tossing a dirty, sweat-soaked towel at Pace's head. Pace batted it to the floor with a disgusted look on his handsome face.
I found myself warming up to Lee, and I smiled as I downed another Heady gulp.
"My beer anyways," said Lee. "My s****l favors." He waggled his brows and leered at me and I almost choked on my beer and spit it out trying not to laugh.
“You better swallow it Maya,” Lee demanded with a sexy wink. “We don’t tolerate alcohol abuse here.”
Most people thought Lee was a last name, since he's Asian American. But I knew Lee's last name was Kim. Other than his name, he totally failed to adhere to all of the most prevalent stereotypes about Eastern men.
He was easily at least six feet tall and though he was slim, he lacked that fine-boned, deceptiv
