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But not him.
Dawson was a locked puzzle, and I’d yet to figure out just how to work his goddamned key.
The only other thing I knew about him was that he was a single dad. There were a few times he had to leave his post due to family reasons—his eight-year-old son, Jaxon—and while I was itching to know more, I never asked. Dawson drew a clear line between work and personal, and no one, not even the security staff who worked with him day in and out, knew that much about his private life.
Not that I should be curious about him or anything, but you know, I was a naturally curious person.
I took the last drag of my cig and dropped the butt on the ground, grinding it under my boot.
I wished it was Dawson’s foot.
Kidding. I’m not violent.
But my balls were aching, and my tension was higher than ever, thanks to his interruption. So, yeah, I was cranky as fuck.
Given Dawson’s size vs mine, it would be no contest anyway. Besides, there were more effective ways of getting my revenge. I just needed time to think on it.
My phone buzzed again, but I ignored it. A sense of panic threatened to overwhelm me, but I didn’t dare ruin my concentration right before a performance.
“Aren’t you going to check your phone?” Dawson asked as he motioned to the door.
I shook my head as we wandered down the alleyway and back inside the building.
“It’s not urgent.”
“How do you know?”
“I just do, okay! Back off!” I snapped, my body shaking.
Fuck, fuck. This was not good.
I needed to find some way to calm myself down.
“What the fuck is going on with you, Holls? And don’t try to bullshit me. I see through your act.”
Dawson moved to stand in front of me, blocking my path. He was four or five inches taller than me, so I had to look up at him, at his dark green eyes that saw much more than I was comfortable showing. It was on the tip of my tongue to tell him about the texts.
But I didn’t. I just…couldn’t.
“It’s nothing. I’m just wound up. We’ve been in the studio recording for a month, and I’m itching for the road again. You know me, I can’t sit still. And sex is my outlet. Or it should have been, before you interrupted me.”
“Iain,” he sighed in that exasperated tone I knew all too well.
I readied myself for his lecture. He’d been using my first name a lot lately, usually when he was about to ream me out.
“What?”
“I know it’s not easy to have someone always hovering over your life, but we’re here to help you. And I can’t do that if you’re not honest with me. Like I said before, you can fuck around with whoever you want, but you have to let your detail know, and we have to be nearby.”
“I thought it was just rockstars who were into the voyeurism thing,” I teased.
“Can you be serious for one moment?”
“Can you lighten up?” I countered.
Dawson ran an agitated hand over his spiky red hair, his massive biceps bulging under that black T-shirt he always wore. Black jeans, T-shirt, motorcycle boots. That was his uniform. Except for our high-profile events, where he added a blazer.
In black, of course.
