Not the One

Part 8

Lindsey couldn't believe that he had to attend another on of Mick's dinners. He didn't know, where the sudden need to spend time together, had come from, but he was sure that if Mick organized something for the third time in a row, he was going to decline. Lindsey wouldn't have been so displeased if Stevie had pleased him. He was in complete shock, when she just upped and left as if nothing happened. Unfortunately, he did end up, uh, finishing the job himself, otherwise, he would have been insufferable and he really didn't want to have to listen to everyone bitch about him being moody.

Tonight's gathering involved more people than the previous evening. It wasn't just Fleetwood Mac, the other touring musicians had been invited and much to Lindsey's disappointment, everyone showed up. He knew dinner wasn't going to end early.

Another thing on the list of things, which were pissing Lindsey off, was Stevie, this time sitting across from him, one seat over to his left. He had entertained the idea of nudging her with his foot, but then dropped it quickly, afraid that he might touch someone else.

On the rare moments that Lindsey managed to catch her eyes, Stevie almost immediately looked away. He frowned, shouldn't I be the one angry? His face then relaxed, oh wait, I did the same thing to her yesterday. He also couldn't help but obsess over the fact she had another man in her room, in her bed. Did they have sex last night? Of course, they did. Lindsey sighed heavily, attracting some attention.

"You haven't said a word." Christine nudged him, slowly sipping her wine. "I can't help but notice the distance between you and someone else in particular either."

"Everything's fine." Lindsey replied sharply. "Just... the usual power play bullshit."

Christine frowned, but remained silent. She didn't want to know anything about whatever sex related matter Lindsey had gotten himself involved into with Stevie.

Not too keen on socializing, Lindsey just sat there and ordered one drink after another. It didn't go unnoticed by Stevie and she narrowed her eyes in his direction, which Lindsey either ignored or didn't notice. She knew he had to be mad inside, but she was only doing to him exactly what he'd done to her. 

Mick followed her line of sight and decided to bring up the one person Stevie didn't want to talk about right now. "Did you enjoy your time with Dave?"

"Wha- uh, yeah." Stevie tore her eyes away from Lindsey. "Of course, I did. It's a shame he had to leave so soon, we had less than 24 hours together."

Lindsey listened in on the conversation. He gritted his teeth, why wouldn't it be a shame? She has to be missing him already. Why wouldn't she? A 30-year-old, good looking guy, who worshiped the ground she walked on, and then there's me. I'd say I'm pretty fit for a man my age and I do believe that I'm able to satisfy all of her needs, but maybe now that she's had a taste of someone like Dave, I'm no longer enough?

Stevie couldn't look at his face, getting more sour by the second. When Lindsey ordered yet another glass of whiskey, she excused herself, saying she needed to powder her nose, which twenty years or so meant something entirely different. She didn't leave right away, however, stopping by Lindsey, which in itself raised several questioning eyebrows.

Placing her hands on his shoulders, Stevie bent down and leaned in close to his ear, her long hair instantly creating a shield from prying eyes. She felt him tense up, but he didn't make a move in an attempt to pull away.

"You should go easy on the alcohol, Linds. Otherwise, I won't be able to finish what I've started." 

Lindsey let go of his glass and looked over his shoulder to respond, but Stevie had already moved away.