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The hallways, the stairs, they were a blur as I made my way to my dressing room, not caring who saw me. At least I tucked my cock back in before I hightailed it out of there. Thankfully, there wasn’t cum on me. No, I’d covered Peyton with it.
Jesus Christ, what in the ever-loving fuck had I done?
I threw my clothes on faster than I’d ever taken them off and was out the dressing room door, slamming into a hard chest before I realized what happened.
Strong hands gripped my biceps. “Easy,” Dexen said. He tipped my head up, searching my face, swiping his finger over my cheek. “What happened?”
Oh my god. Was I crying?
I shoved Dexen’s chest. “What did you do to me?” I yelled.
“Not here.” He backed me into my room, kicking the door shut behind him. “Did he hurt you?”
“What?” I recoiled. “No! How could you… Peyton wouldn’t hurt me. You know that!”
He nodded. “I do. So why are you upset?”
“Because you knew what you were doing. Peyton and I both work for Perry. My worlds shouldn’t collide, Dex!” I was talking with my hands, waving them around like a crazy person. I was surprised flights hadn’t started to divert to land near me.
“Did he recognize you?”
“No. He wouldn’t have done what he did if he knew.” I was certain about that, if nothing else.
“I don’t want details. That’s between you and him.”
“Why?” I needed to know why he did this to me, to us.
“Dominic, do you see yourself?” He was using my full name, which meant serious talk. Fanfuckingtastic. “You come here to escape. Every time you dance, you’re a different person. You’re true to yourself. You have no way to release it any other way. You joke and laugh, you flirt with me, but I see what you try to hide.”
I crossed my arms over my chest, hating anyone looking inside me. “You don’t know me.”
“I do because I’ve been you. I kept everything buried so deep I never thought it would come out.”
“Who did it?”
“One man. He blew apart my world then ran the remnants of my heart over as he left.” He rubbed at his chest. “The tire marks are still there, tattooed on my fucking soul.”
I groaned. Loudly. Glaring at Dexen, I gave him the finger and brushed past him. I couldn’t do this. Not now. Not with him. I didn’t need him cracking my chest open and trying to decipher what he’d find inside.
Peyton wasn’t even on my radar before this. Sure, I noticed how hot he was. The man was a solid wall of muscle, but I’d have to be completely oblivious to not see how he looked at Perry. He didn’t do it all the time, only when he didn’t think anyone was looking. I was. Peyton thought he saw everything, but he was wrong. He didn’t see me. Not tonight. Not who I really was beneath the mask. If I had it my way, he never would.
* * *
Work had never been so awkward. For me. Not them. Perry was clueless. Peyton stared at me, trying to figure out what my issue was.
Him.
He was my issue.
Sitting at his desk across from mine, the only thing separating us was the aisle that led from Perry’s office and solid wood, not the kind in my pants because, apparently, I was reliving that shit.
Peyton in his perfect fucking suit with his dark hair buzzed close. His arms strained against his suit jacket when he propped his elbows on his desk. Fingers flexed on the pen he was holding. Fingers that had dug into my ass a moment before I came, dangerously close to calling his name as I released all over him.
“Lunch!” I called out.
“It’s ten forty-five,” Peyton reminded me.
I didn’t reply. Simply dropped my head to my desk and banged it there a few times.
