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My gaze connected with Teagan’s over the fan’s shoulder for one brief humming moment before said fan decided to end our interaction with a kiss—on the mouth, with tongue.
I was nudging her and her greedy tongue back just as club security reached her. “No touching,” the female bodyguard barked while the male bodyguard at her side sent me a wink and melted back into the crowd.
Because hey, of course I liked it, right? I was a dude. If someone grabbed my cock and forced me to kiss her, naturally, I had to want just that. Even if I didn’t.
I searched for Teagan again and realized she was in the same spot, surrounded by her own clutch of fans. Her expression clearly said she’d seen everything, except she probably thought I was going to do the show with that chick’s number in my phone.
“Fuck,” I muttered as Teagan aimed a bright smile at some dude beside her, effectively blocking me out.
I wiped the back of my hand over my mouth and forced myself to grin as the next fan approached, her eyes hopeful and her hands shaking around the CD she held. “Hey there, darlin’, what do you have me to sign?”
Hopefully, not herself.
Before she could reply, the flash of vivid red hair disappearing into the crowd made me swallow a groan. Perfect timing for me to being going home with Teagan tonight when she probably thought I was trying to set up an easy lay.
If she would even still go home with me after this.
If it even mattered who I had sex with, because I sure as hell wasn’t sleeping with her.
And most likely never would.
“Mr. Dallas? A word?”
I tore my gaze away from the dressing room area that Teagan had disappeared into. My shoulders relaxed as I spotted Riggs following her. Thank fuck.
I glanced back at Decker. “Now?”
He nodded. “If it’s possible.”
I gave Zane a quick smile and handed over my Sharpie. He held both hands up with a marker in each. “I’m signing for the big guy.”
A woman came forward and spun around. She had one of those backless shirts that tied at the neck. “Sign my back?”
Yep. I was out of there. Even if I had to talk to the suit.
I waited until Decker and I had made it past the densely packed group of fans. “Yeah?”
Decker was spinning his ring again. “I have a request.”
“That would be for Lila, man. I just bash the drums.”
His eyes narrowed. The unnatural blue of them made me want to look away. However, I’d learned long ago that showing any weakness just caused more trouble down the line.
“I doubt that very much, Mr. Dallas.”
“Just Dallas, or Coop. Whichever.”
He cracked his knuckles. “Look, we’re dumping formalities. Works for me. I’m a fan. This isn’t just a write-off.”
My eyebrow winged up. “Huh.”
Decker shrugged. “I bought this place so I could actually bring decent music into the area again. Goddamn techno is taking over most of the clubs.”
“Has its place.” I said it merely to be an asshole. I hated the shit, but I was still pissed about him licking his chops over Teag.
“Not in this place. Well, unless Jennifer Lopez wanted a meeting. Then I might be swayed.”
I tried not to smile. I didn’t want to like the guy. “She’s not techno.”
