“Good. The things I want to do to you right now. You look amazing, baby, but I can’t take the risk. So, let’s get you into a different top, yeah?” he asks, seemingly a lot calmer.
I don’t say anything, but nod before he releases my wrists and moves his hand from my breast to my cheek.
“Good girl,” he says, his voice gritty.
His aggressive shift in mood has me on edge and confused. I can see where he’s coming from, but his approach is more than a littleoverprotective. It borders onobsessive.
He takes my hand and leads me to my suitcase, where he picks out a white tank top extending well past my hips and pulls out his leather jacket for me to wear. I still look like a rock chick, but not a glammed-up rock chick because the leather jacket swims on me. If I’m honest, I feel ridiculous, but I refrain from saying anything to antagonize him.
“There. Still hot. Just leaves more to the imagination, which I like,” Colt says as he takes my hand, then gestures for me to twirl.
I giggle and do as he says, “Perfect.”
Then he kisses me so softly, and I melt into his touch.
Chapter Ten
We arrive at Madison Square Garden and are ushered into our respective dressing rooms. Apparently, it’s the same everywhere they travel. The guys like to focus before they go on stage, and the girls are a distraction, so they’re separated.
Anna walks up behind me and folds her arm in with mine. I turn to her and smile. “So, what was with Colt’s ‘you can’t wear that’ overprotective bullshit? I’ve never seen him act like that toward anyone before,” she says, raising an eyebrow as we sit on the white leather sofa.
I shrug. “No idea. It caught me off guard, too. He said he didn’t want any other guy to look at me dressed like that because they’d want me. It’s all a bit bizarre and wild because no one would want me when there are Slayettes everywhere. I was startled by his reaction and his desire to make me change clothes. So much so, I didn’t question it, but now, I can’t help but think how ridiculous it was.”
“Yeah, tell me about it. But he is right about one thing… the way you were dressed, guys would’ve wanted you. So, if he’s worried about that, he must have it bad,” Anna exclaims.
Sia brings us champagne in fluted glasses. “Cheers, slags and sluts,” she exclaims, and I take the flute from her.
“Cheers,” Anna and I both say.
“So, Colter has his dick in a spin about you, hey, Dee?” Sia questions while she sits next to me.
“Pardon?”
Sia and Anna both laugh.
“You’re hilarious.Pardon?The way you say that makes you sound so posh,” Anna says. Sia laughs, and I can’t help rolling my eyes. “He has his dick in a spin. You know, he’s all twisted up about you. You really have affected him, Dee. The way helooks at you, well, he’s never looked at any of us that way. Well, of course, he wouldn’t look at Anna and me that way, but Jessi, Kira, Steph, and Rach have all been with him, and none of them has the effect that you do on him.”
I cringe at the mention of four other girls in the room that Colt’s slept with. Obviously, I knew he had been with some of them, but knowingexactlywho makes my skin crawl. I clear my throat and half-smile.
“Sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything about the other girls. That’s probably too much information for our Little Bean to handle. It seems you’re as taken by our Colter as he is with you.”
I tilt my head in curiosity. “How do you know?”
“Because a little ping of jealousy that just crossed over your face told me everything about how you feel about Colt,” Sia replies.
“I like him, I do—”
“But?” Anna interrupts.
“He said he doesn’t do the boyfriend thing but that we’re exclusive. I don’t think I’m enough for him,” I babble.
“You’re right. Colt needs a bad-arse sexual woman, not a tight-arse prissy little chick like you,” Jessi grumbles, drawing my attention to her. And in a way, I know she’s right, but I am going to prove her wrong.
“And by a bad arse sexual woman, you mean a skanky arse bicycle?” I reply, surprising myself.
“Bicycle? What kind of stupid insult is that?”
“It means… everyone’s had a ride, Jessi,” I say.
