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I was glad we weren’t fighting, but that didn’t mean everything was fine. I wasn’t comfortable with this growing awareness between us. As much as Dawson turned me on, there were less complicated men I could screw.
Ones I didn’t have to deal with the next day.
Guys who didn’t make me feel anything more than simple lust.
Three hours later, we were done with rehearsal. We ventured back to our hotel to change and head out for the night.
There were a few messages from Harlow about a promo photo shoot tomorrow but no further interviews until concert day.
Good.
All I needed tonight was a sexy man to get rid of any lingering tension.
Part of me wondered what kind of reaction Dawson would have. Not that I cared, but he was extra protective lately when it came to strangers. And given our adjoining suites, he’d probablybe waiting on the other side of the door just in case he needed to break it down and come to my rescue.
I snorted at that thought.
Would he listen the whole time? Would the sounds of me fucking someone else drive him nuts?
And why did I suddenly care? I’d had lots of security witnesses when I was fucking around with a guy. My bandmates went through the same thing. I never thought to question it until now.
I picked out my favorite pair of leather pants, a linen button-down, and my leather jacket. I kept it simple, avoiding any jewelry tonight and leaving my hair in its messy state. I didn’t care about shaving, either.
Once I finished getting ready, I texted Dawson and waited by the door.
When he opened it, I was surprised to see him dressed in slim black trousers and a matching button-down with the sleeves rolled up. Those taut, veiny forearms of his were the stuff of my dirtiest dreams.
“Are you done staring?” he asked me, a smirk on his face.
“I wasn’t staring. I was just shocked that you own something other than jeans and a T-shirt.”
“Look who’s talking. You wear that leather jacket every single day.”
“It’s soft and fits me perfectly. Why mess with a beautiful thing?”
“Exactly,” Dawson replied and placed his hand on my lower back, guiding me out of the suite.
He was doing that a lot lately, touching me more than usual. But I don’t think he realized it. And there was something about his firm touch, the way he took control, that made me want to lean into him.
Don’t go there.
“You got the NDAs ready?” I asked.
I noticed Dawson’s jaw clench and the way his eyes iced over.
“All set. But I really would prefer twenty-four hours notice to?—”
“Come on, Daws,” I interrupted. “I just want to fuck and send the guy on his way. I’m not letting this person into my home, just my hotel room. And you’re next door, so I’m secure. Relax.”
Dawson stalked down the hallway and slapped the elevator button. Hard.
“What crawled up your ass?” I bit out.
“Nothing.”
“If I sneak off without telling you, you’re pissed. If I tell you I’m going to bring a guy back here to the hotel, you’re pissed. What the hell do you want from me?!” I shouted.
“Keep your voice down,” Dawson snapped as he stood with his hands on his hips, his posture rigid. “I’m just doing my job.”
