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Despite repeating that mantra over and over, I couldn’t bring myself to walk out of that fucking bathroom.
Iain
I was going out of my mind.
But not for the reason you might think.
I had not one, but two sexy guys rubbing themselves all over me.
What more could I ask for, right?
How about a decent hard-on? My cock was barely interested, and I was so freaking angry at myself that I wanted to scream. A half hour ago, I was hard as a rock while arguing with Dawson, and now this.
Fuck that man for screwing with my head.
Both of them.
The guy in front of me grabbed my face and leaned in to kiss me, but I turned at the last second, and he licked my neck instead. Not that I was paying attention, since my eyes were on Dawson. He looked like he was about to tear through the crowd and throw me over his shoulder. A part of me hoped he would do exactly that.
Then he was leaving the dance floor, leaving me, and my brain snapped into gear.
He never left his post and not in crowded places like a club.
Something must be wrong. Really wrong.
“I gotta go,” I yelled, pushing away from the twosome surrounding me.
Quinn passed Dawson and took his place on the dance floor.
I was about to bypass Lennie to head upstairs when he grasped my arm. “Don’t. Leave him be.”
“What?” I yelled out.
Lennie shook his head. “Don’t start something with Dawson that you have no intention of finishing.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“I see the way Dawson looks at you, Holls. And the way you look at him. Something is going on between you two.”
I shook my head, unwilling to believe him. Or myself. It couldn’t happen.
Even though I was already thinking about Dawson more than any other man who had come into my life, and we weren’t even lovers.
“He never leaves his post,” I blurted out. “He never leaves me.”
Lennie nodded. “And that right there should tell you everything you need to know.”
Was Dawson jealous of the guys I was dancing with? Is that why he left? And why did that thought make my blood run hot and my dick throb? I’d never been one to be turned on by possessive behavior before. No one staked a claim on me. I didn’t belong to anyone but myself.
But the way my heart was now racing out of control, it seemed my body more than liked the idea of belonging to Dawson.
“I need to talk to him.”
“Don’t fuck him over, Holls. He doesn’t deserve it.”
Lennie had a point. Even if I did feel something for Dawson and him for me, it would go nowhere. He had a job to consider. And fucking around with my bodyguard was just asking for trouble neither of us needed.
“Take me back up to the bar,” I said to Lennie. “And get an NDA ready.”
