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“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
Yeah.
Yeah, I think I would.
CHAPTER 9
DAWSON
Why did I let Brodie get me into trouble?
I should know by now to ignore his taunts and keep my mouth shut.
And, to make things worse, I had to look at Iain when I responded.
I wanted to give the guitarist a taste of his own medicine. He’d flirted with me for ages, and most of the time, I ignored it. But man, I was reaching the end of my patience.
And hell, yes, I was bossy in bed, but he didn’t need to know that.
God, just thinking about bed and Iain at the same time was not helping matters.
Thank fuck Regan wasn’t around, or she’d have yanked me from Iain’s detail as soon as the words left my mouth.
Iain wasn’t in the wrong when he suggested the elevator was crowded. But honestly? There was nothing I could do about it. And being close to him was the only place I wanted to be.
Okay, that line of thinking was not professional, but hey, I’m still human. And put me next to a gorgeous man like Iain, and yeah, I’m gonna notice.
By the time we got out of the elevator and back into the SUVs, my calm demeanor was back in place. I sat up front this time, giving myself some much-needed distance from Iain. I texted Regan with details about the dinner, then called the restaurant to ensure they added four more seats to the table.
Fifteen minutes later, we entered L’Escalier, an upscale bistro in the eleventh arrondissement. With dim lighting, red velvet booths, and sexy music, the place was designed for romance, as evidenced by the many couples occupying most of the space. It was kind of funny to watch our motley crew of rockstars and bodyguards in a room full of elegantly dressed Parisians and their intimate tables for two.
Our host greeted us warmly and we were guided to the back of the restaurant, where the bar was located. A few heads turned to stare at us, but no one got up and made a fuss. They kept to their own business, and I was confident that we’d be good here.
It didn’t take long for the staff to lead us to a large table that was private but not completely cut off from the rest of the room. It was near a rear exit, which was perfect. I picked the spots where my team would sit, facing outward, but let the band get settled in first.
“Len,” I leaned over to my colleague. “I’ll sit on the far end with Ronin and Faise, you okay with Iain and Brodie?”
“Of course. And probably a good idea after that elevator ride.”
I nodded. “Yeah, I know better than to let Brodie goad me.”
“Just be careful, yeah? I know the way Iain flirts with you. And the way you look at him.”
“I’m just doing my job. And Iain’s just being Iain. He doesn’t mean it.”
I don’t know who I was trying to convince, myself or Lennie. I wasn’t special to Iain, just a thorn in his side that he wanted to get rid of.
“If you say so,” Lennie murmured.
I walked over to the table and sat down. I’d grabbed a sandwich this afternoon, but it was nearing nine, and my stomach was seriously displeased.
Of course, I horrified the server when I said I wasn’t ordering wine. None of the security staff were. We got sparkling water while the boys ordered a couple of bottles of ridiculously expensive cabernet sauvignon.
Once our dinner orders were taken—steak frites all around—the guys got into a heated discussion about rehearsals and which club they wanted to hit tomorrow night. Lennie suggested a few spots, and the guys began arguing about which would be best.
Since I wasn’t into the party scene, I kept out of the conversation and studied the room.
I studied Iain.
