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He rolled his eyes.
“And I have much sexier jockstraps than this,” I replied as I glanced at the plain white garment and noticed something different. “Why the cup?”
Dawson smiled. “You. Me. Jiujitsu lesson. Get dressed.”
Then he slammed the door in my face.
Oh, it was on.
I stalked to my bathroom and quickly washed up. After pulling my hair into a bun, I headed back to my bedroom and searched my closet for workout clothes. I slipped on the jockstrap, then a pair of black shorts, a matching tank top, and my running shoes. Normally, I preferred a run on the treadmill or, even better, a run outside, but for now, kicking Dawson’s ass would have to do.
I snorted at the thought of me taking down my bodyguard.
It was never going to happen, but hey, I was gonna do as he said and relieve some frustration.
I walked back over to the connecting door and knocked on it.
As soon as Dawson opened the door, I pushed my way into his room.
“Just so you know, I’m gonna kick your ass for waking me up.”
“You can try.” Dawson chuckled and crossed his arms over his chest. “Please, make yourself at home.”
“I’m just curious to know if you actually sleep.”
I made the mistake of glancing at his bed and the messy sheets. I thought for sure Dawson would be a total neat freak, and his bed would already be made by now, but nope.
Then I pictured him lying on those very same white sheets, his sculpted body laid out like an erotic piece of art.
No, no, no. Don’t go there.
“I do. But I usually only get five or six hours at most. And you know, I kept waking up, what with you talking in your sleep and all.”
“Fuck off, I do not. And you can’t hear through that door.”
“Uh, yeah, I can,” Dawson nodded, a shit-eating grin on his face. “I also heard you singing in the bathroom five minutes ago.”
Now, it was my turn to blush. I didn’t even realize I was singing, but I guess I was always in my own musical world.
“Let’s go. The longer we talk, the harder I want to kick your ass,” I snapped.
Dawson chuckled and grabbed his phone from the nightstand. Then he placed a gentle hand on my lower back, guiding me to the suite’s main door.
A short elevator ride later, we found ourselves in the gym on the twentieth floor. The place was almost empty, with a few people on the treadmills. Dawson guided me to a private workout room.
“Today, we’re going to practice grappling.”
“Sounds painful. What is it?”
Dawson stood in front of me and placed his hands on his hips. “Grappling is sort of like wrestling. It enables a smaller fighter to take on a more aggressive opponent. And combined with striking, it’s very useful in self-defense.”
I was going to wrestle? With Dawson? My brain told me this was not a good idea.
My dick, on the other hand, was all in.
“Ah, that explains the cup. But still, I much prefer to do my wrestling naked. In bed.”
The corner of Dawson’s mouth kicked up as he stepped up close to me.
