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Ronin dragged Faise off his barstool and pointed to the dance floor. After a brief back and forth, Ronin swatted Faise’s ass, and Faise ran after him. Xavier followed them. Brodie and Van stayed behind, lost in each other as usual.
And Iain? He was pouring back the shots, one after another. He put on a good rockstar show, but the man could not handle his liquor. At least, not the hard stuff. He was gonna be sickas fuck if he wasn’t careful. And drinking that much made me worry about things like the ability to consent.
Before I knew it—before Lennie could warn me—I was stalking off toward the bar and slid in beside Iain.
“Slow it down. It’s tequila, not water.”
Iain paused but refused to face me.
“You really are the biggest pain in my ass, you know that?” he snapped and threw back the shot.
“I wish.”
Iain choked on his drink and spewed it all over the bar top.
The bartender, the cute guy with a perfect smile and big blue eyes, looked surprised and slightly horrified. I nearly rolled my eyes. I’m sure he’d witnessed much worse.
Iain grabbed a napkin and wiped his mouth. “Funny.”
If only he knew I wasn’t joking.
Then he stood up and turned to me. “This truce we had going this morning? It’s over. I’m going to join my friends on the dance floor. Do your job and follow me, but if you so much as try to interrupt when I’m having a good time, I will insist that you be reassigned.”
I stared down at his big brown eyes and knew that if I said anything else, I would push him away for good. Iain’s defense mechanism was back up again.
Biting my tongue, I nodded.
He walked over to Brodie and motioned for him and Van to head down to the dance floor. Lennie and I followed them, pushing through the crowded room.
We moved through the mass of writhing bodies, the smell of sweat and cologne overwhelming. I stood on the periphery and watched the band as more and more people crowded around them. My nerves were running high and hot, but that wasn’t unusual in this type of situation. We had to be prepared to act in a split second if things got out of hand. There were a shit tonof bouncers in this place wandering about so that gave me some measure of comfort. Professionally speaking.
Personally?
I was irrationally jealous of every man who sidled up to Iain. One man was more stunning than the next, and it hit me how foolish I’d been to think my reaction to him could be reciprocated.
He could have any man he wanted. And he did.
Soon, two guys were dancing with him, one at his back and one at his front, and fuck me, this was torture.
I watched as the guy in front of him ran his hands up Iain’s chest and neck. Their heads leaned closer, and the man cupped Iain’s face.
And Iain? He wasn’t pulling away.
I tapped my earpiece. “Xavier, Quinn, one of you get down here ASAP and sub for me. Lennie’s in charge.”
Lennie gave me the okay signal, but his expression was concerned.
Once I spotted my colleagues headed toward me, I made a beeline for the stairs and the VIP room.
I couldn’t watch Iain anymore. I just couldn’t.
Then I berated myself for reacting at all. I’d seen Iain make out with his fuck buddies before, and it never bothered me.
“Stupid. Get yourself under control,” I whispered to myself as I headed for the bathroom.
I splashed water on my face and took a few deep breaths. I could do this.
Iain was a job, just a job.
