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“No.” He didn’t, but he didn’t need to. It afforded the members privacy within these walls. We had a code to use with the guards. If we were in trouble, we knocked three times on any surface, and they rushed in to handle things.
Dash leaned back against the couch, urging me to go with him. I did, chasing his warmth, his masculine scent. He got a workout tonight while he played. His hair was still damp, and he smelled richly of man.
“Let go for a bit, Romeo,” he murmured. “Relax. We don’t have to go anywhere yet.”
I partially draped myself over him. One arm, one leg, and my nose pressed to his shirt. “I shouldn’t be doing this.” It wasn’t that we were doing anything wrong. Clothes should have been leaving my body to the flow of a thumping base. Lying on Dash wasn’t part of the program.
His hand rubbed up my arm to the sleeve of my shirt, the rings on his fingers gliding over my skin. “How is this shirt comfortable?”
“It’s not.” Then again, it wasn’t supposed to be. It was flashy and for show. The light bounced off the sequins as I moved across the stage.
“Do you want to take it off? I’m not asking as in a let’s get it on way. I just want you to be comfortable.”
Sitting up, I lifted the shirt from my body and laid it on the opposite arm of the couch. Dash took his shirt off as well.
“Is this okay? I’m sweating my balls off. I’ll leave my pants on.” He winked.
I didn’t think, simply let myself feel as I lowered back down to nuzzle my way from his chest to his pit again. I didn’t care it was considered weird by most, I wanted to inhale this man.
“What triggered you?” he asked after a few quiet minutes.
“Hmmm?”
“When my relative gets panic attacks, there’s usually a trigger. Not always, but if we know what the trigger is, we can prevent it from happening again.”
“I’m not sure,” I replied honestly. “I’ve had them more times than I can count, but not on stage or in here.”
There was a bit of mirth in his voice. “I’d take it personally, although with you lying on me like this, I don’t think it was me.”
“I thought it was you and the band playing tonight while I was dancing. The music was different, but I didn’t know why that affected me. Then I came in here and… You know the rest.”
“What about at home? Anything change?”
“No.” I wasn’t saying a word about my personal life. Dash had seen me in panic mode. That didn’t mean I was going to reveal my secrets.
“Okay, did another dancer do something? Did Dom get weird and challenge you to a dance-off to see who was better at shedding their clothes?”
I lifted my head so I could look him in the eye. The fucker was smiling again. “No.”
“I don’t have to kick his ass then.” There was protectiveness in the statement. Dash wanted to look out for me? “Did you eat before you got on stage?”
Thinking back to earlier, I couldn’t remember the last time I ate. Breakfast maybe? “Shit.”
“A sudden drop in blood sugar can cause a panic attack. Ask me how I know.”
“Your relative?”
“Yup. Are you shaky?”
Slowly, I brought my hand from his chest, so it hovered above him and saw my fingers still trembling.
“Is anyone standing outside the door you came in?”
“Yes, but don’t bother him.”
Dash placed his warm palm on my cheek. “You need to eat, angel. I don’t want the panic attack you had to get worse again. We have to bring your sugar up.”
My mind latched on to what he called me. “Angel?”
