I assumed it wouldn’t be long until Rebecca grilled me on Dixon. I knew she was probably waiting for Reagan to head back to L.A. so we could have our girl talk time. No one would’ve ever known Dixon had flown out to L.A. to see me had Savannah not been in her accident.
Shaking my head 'no,' I push open the frosted glass door leading into the hotel bar, “Nope. I sent him a quick text yesterday asking why he left so quickly. He just text back a short reply saying he had to go into the office.” We let the hostess know we want to sit at the bar and then make our way through maneuvering around tables full of people dining in the dimly lit room.
The bar is attached to a restaurant with the room being divided by large pillars to separate the bar from the dining area. During the day, it’s bright and welcoming. At night, takes on a darker romantic feel with dimmed lights and soft music playing. Since it's dinner time, the place is packed to near full capacity, but we spot two bar stools open near the end and slide up onto them.
“Well, I suppose with everything going on, and the security system being hacked that there was a whole lot to be done there. With Kayden being at the hospital, Dixon probably had a bigger workload to shoulder. I wouldn’t be surprised if you started getting booty calls from McDouble O. every night now that things are looking up with Savannah coming out of her coma. Plus you are staying here. Dixon lives just down the hall, making a booty call even easier. It’s a no hassle lay. That’s the best kind.”
I bite down on my manicured nail, eyeing the bartender and wishing I had some kind of magical power to telecommunicate so I could get his ass down here a little faster and put a damn drink in my hand. All this Dixon talk is only winding me up tighter.
I slide my gaze back to Rebecca and let out a deep sigh, “One. McDouble O. is hilarious. Two. Things with Dixon and me are confusing and extremely complicated. When we first met, I thought he couldn’t stand me. Then the next thing I knew, he had his tongue down my throat at a backyard shindig. To top that off, he says it was a one night thing then continues to text me off and on before showing up on my doorstep. He makes my head hurt. I don’t like it. I like feeling in control of my life, and with Dixon, I’m everything but. The way I look at it is maybe he did us both a favor by slipping out before I woke up and avoiding the hospital. It prevents things from getting weird between us.”
Finally, Mr. Bartender makes his way towards our end of the bar saving me from this conversation. I want to drink and talk about anything but Dixon freaking Beaumont.
The second the bartender sets our wine glasses down in front of us, I gulp down half the glass. Screw sipping it. After the last few days, I may need the whole damn bottle before I even feel the smallest bit relaxed. There's a group of men in business suits sitting across from us on the other end of the bar and Rebecca, and I have noticed them eyeing us a few times.
We’re both dressed pretty casual in skinny jeans, heels, and sweaters. I’m barely wearing any makeup. I only tossed my hair into a messy bun and applied mascara and lip-gloss.
Rebecca’s smile widens as the bartender returns and tells us that all of our drinks for the evening are on the group of gentlemen at the bar. Normally I’d be all for flirting the night away, and drinking the best free wine until I was ready to end the evening with one of them in my bed or me in theirs. But tonight I have zero desire to do any of that. I blame it on Savannah and everything going on with her, but I can’t help but feel deep down in the pit of my stomach that it has everything to do with Dixon.
“Thanks for the wine!” Rebecca shouts across the bar and waves her glass around in the air with a smile that reaches her ears. Her eyes are twinkling with excitement as the guys stand and make their way towards us. I have to admit they all are looking pretty freaking good. Especially in their suits. Sure some look a little better than others, but overall, it’s a bunch of good looking men. I glance at their hands and notice one’s wearing a wedding ring. Others aren’t but that ain’t to say they didn’t just slip it off before they came through the door.
Leaning toward Rebecca, I bring my mouth next to her ear, “Have fun girly. I’ll see you when you come up to the suite. I’m exhausted and going to call it a night.”
She pouts at me as I toss back the full glass of wine the bartender poured for me not two seconds ago. Two glasses of wine and my head is already feeling fuzzy. I can definitely tell I’m tired. Normally it takes a full bottle before I’m tipsy.
Jumping down from the bar, I flash a sincere smile at the group of guys, “Thank you fellas for the wine. After the weekend I’ve had, I needed it. But sadly I’m calling it a night though my friend here plans on hanging out a bit longer.”
One of the guys gives me a knowing look, “Ahh...rough New Year’s?”
Patting his chest, I tell him, “You could say that.” Before glancing back over my shoulder at Rebecca. “See ya later, Rebecca.” I wink at her, causing her cheeks to flush pink. Every guy is already swarming around her finding seats at the bar around her. Poor fellas...all of them and only one of her. Rebecca isn’t one to spread her legs for just anyone. But she’ll have some nice wine to pass the time. Guys are a sucker for a gorgeous Asian girl. I swear it’s genetically wired inside of them. The minute they’re around a girl like Rebecca, they fall all over themselves trying to impress her. I truly don’t get why that girl is single.
Maybe she’s like me and doesn’t have the time. Who knows?
As I head towards the elevator with my heels smashing fiercely off the marble tiles, I begin to think about Dixon and if he’s in his room right now. Or if he’s out chasing tail and pretending I don’t exist.
I wish Jax or Xander were here right about now. I need someone I know can distract me from these crazy ass thoughts of Dixon that are consuming me every second of every freaking day. I hate this. It’s going to affect me professionally if I don’t get myself under control. I need to be able to focus on my lines and not have my mind drifting off to thoughts of Dixon Beaumont every five seconds.
Dixon is just another guy. I need to stop thinking about him...starting right now. Why won’t my mind drift off to Xander or Jax? Why him? Is it the hot and cold thing? Is it messing with my head making me want him only because he’s making me feel as if he could care less if he sees me or not?
We’ve already had sex—multiple times—and yet I find myself day dreaming about what it’d be like to be with him in this elevator, in my Jeep, in his truck, and upstairs in his suite right now.
Images of Dixon and other women flash behind my mind as I think about the possibility that he may be here right now but not alone.
The thought alone makes me want to vomit.
Maybe it’s good he’s keeping his distance because all I know is the feelings consuming me right now are fucked up and not right on about a gazillion levels. It’s scaring the ever living shit out of me.
As soon as I enter Kayden’s suite, I head straight for the wine fridge grabbing a bottle and a wine glass before padding my way through the marble flooring and into my bedroom. I kick my heels off by the door, relishing in the feeling of the soft plush carpeting under my feet and between my toes. Heels look amazing, but they do a number on your feet by the end of the night.
I plug my iPod into the radio dock by the large bathtub and crank up Jana Kramer. I’ve been digging her music since meeting Dixon. Especially the song Whiskey. I swear it was written for him. Stripping off my clothes, I start filling the tub, adding bubbles as it gets almost full and turn on the jets. Before climbing in, I pop open the wine and fill the glass to the brim. Forget drinking like a lady. I don’t think there’s enough alcohol on the planet that can help me stop thinking about Dixon Beaumont. But a girl can try.
My phone starts blasting S.E.X. by Nickelback alerting me that I have a text from Xander. He’s back on tour right now, and I’m really missing not having him here. He’s the perfect distraction and the one guy who can make me forget Dixon—even if it’s for only a few hours. They had a show tonight at a country fair somewhere in Oklahoma. The tour is going well from what he’s told me and what I’ve seen online. I’m excited for them. They are amazing and deserve this chance to prove themselves and hopefully get a record deal at the end of it.
Xander:
What’s my favorite groupie up to this evening?
He’s called me that ever since the night he played at Lance’s Honkey Tonk. It cracks me up every time. There are girls obsessed with him and his finely pierced dick, seeing that his Facebook is full of pics of him out with bandmates at parties and bars after their shows with a large group of smoking hot women all sporting t-shirts with Slither Tongue written on them with their band’s skull logo.
This is what drives me nuts. I like Xander. A lot. When I know he’s in town, I want to see him. However, our relationship is purely sex, and I’m okay with that. So the idea of him hooking up while on the road doesn’t bother me in the least. But the thought of Dixon out tonight possibly with another girl or a girl at his place right now makes me sick with jealousy. It’s freaking me out. At least I have Xander to distract me for now, so I don’t drive myself crazy wondering what Dixon’s doing...or who he may be doing.