is pure bullshit. First, I haven’t smoked weed since college. Second, he watches you like a hawk—”
“Probably to make sure I’m not about to touch anything he’ll use,” I grumbled.
“No,” she laughed. “He watches you because he’s attracted to you. Gavin and I took bets your third day here about how long it would take Ty to crack and claim you.”
My mouth formed a perfect O as I stared at her. “You’re both imagining things because he made it very clear last night he couldn’t care less about me,” I said bluntly.
“Sweetie, if we imagined things, you wouldn’t have on a turtleneck right now. The man is more than interested, trust me.”
I shrugged. “Whatever you guys think you saw, the way he talked to me wasn’t the way someone who gave two shits about a girl would.”
“I think…”
She trailed off and looked around before leaning in closer.
“Swear to God, Dais, you repeat this and I will cut you. Do you promise to keep this to yourself?”
I wanted to be cool and tell her not to confide in me about anything to do with Tyson because I didn’t care. Instead, I leaned in and nodded.
“Of course,” I assured her.
“I’ve been with them for years and during that time I’ve seen women come and go. All of the guys have their quirks.”
Holding up her hand she raised her index finger. “Gavin used to have women all but waiting on their knees after the shows were over to blow him.”
Raising another finger, she continued, “Flynn would take them two by two back to his room. He had a thing about them not staying the night so his assistant spent years kicking girls out after the sex was over.”
Bringing up the third finger she said, “Cole would let people stay the night if it came down to it, but it could never be just one person. Always two people—a woman and a man.”
My head went back in shock. “He’s bi?”
She nodded. “He is. He had this whole thing about not being in one on one situations… until he met Devon. Now he’s all about it just being the two of them.”
She lifted her pinky and pointed to it. “And then, there’s Tyson. In all of the years I’ve been here, never once has he had a girl back to his room. We rented him a separate room in the hotel to… well, you know. He’d go in, do whatever, and leave. It used to be an every night thing, but this tour and the last, it was just every few weeks or so. Since you got here, he hasn’t instructed me to rent a room even once, and he’s well overdue if you know what I mean .”
I swallowed sickly as I nodded my head. Yes, I knew what she meant, but it made me ill to think of Tyson touching other women. I chastised myself silently for being such a fool. No one had less of a claim on him than I did.
“Why are you tellin’ me all this?” I asked, cringing when I realized I’d let a little more of my country twang out. I didn’t mind the twang when I was home because I sounded like everyone I loved, except my mother who had no country in her. She hated the way her children would drop their g’s, amongst other things. Thus, I’d learned not to let it out very much in public. When I did, I heard my mother in my head telling me how redneck I sounded.
“Because all that’s happened with the band proves that people change. And, in spite of the impression you’ve been given, I know Tyson is a really great guy. There’s something fragile about him—”
I scoffed. “Fragile? Tyson? That’s crazy. I wouldn’t be surprised to find out his balls are filled with barbed wire and lead paint.”
“Sometimes you need to look closer,” she insisted.
“Agree to disagree,” I said before I took another bite of a nugget.
“Speak of the devil,” she murmured.
I swallowed uncomfortably as my stomach dropped. Grabbing my cup, I guzzled half of the iced tea in it and forced myself not to look over my shoulder.
“He’s coming this way,” she hissed.
My eyes went wide as I shook my head. “Tell me
“Probably to make sure I’m not about to touch anything he’ll use,” I grumbled.
“No,” she laughed. “He watches you because he’s attracted to you. Gavin and I took bets your third day here about how long it would take Ty to crack and claim you.”
My mouth formed a perfect O as I stared at her. “You’re both imagining things because he made it very clear last night he couldn’t care less about me,” I said bluntly.
“Sweetie, if we imagined things, you wouldn’t have on a turtleneck right now. The man is more than interested, trust me.”
I shrugged. “Whatever you guys think you saw, the way he talked to me wasn’t the way someone who gave two shits about a girl would.”
“I think…”
She trailed off and looked around before leaning in closer.
“Swear to God, Dais, you repeat this and I will cut you. Do you promise to keep this to yourself?”
I wanted to be cool and tell her not to confide in me about anything to do with Tyson because I didn’t care. Instead, I leaned in and nodded.
“Of course,” I assured her.
“I’ve been with them for years and during that time I’ve seen women come and go. All of the guys have their quirks.”
Holding up her hand she raised her index finger. “Gavin used to have women all but waiting on their knees after the shows were over to blow him.”
Raising another finger, she continued, “Flynn would take them two by two back to his room. He had a thing about them not staying the night so his assistant spent years kicking girls out after the sex was over.”
Bringing up the third finger she said, “Cole would let people stay the night if it came down to it, but it could never be just one person. Always two people—a woman and a man.”
My head went back in shock. “He’s bi?”
She nodded. “He is. He had this whole thing about not being in one on one situations… until he met Devon. Now he’s all about it just being the two of them.”
She lifted her pinky and pointed to it. “And then, there’s Tyson. In all of the years I’ve been here, never once has he had a girl back to his room. We rented him a separate room in the hotel to… well, you know. He’d go in, do whatever, and leave. It used to be an every night thing, but this tour and the last, it was just every few weeks or so. Since you got here, he hasn’t instructed me to rent a room even once, and he’s well overdue if you know what I mean .”
I swallowed sickly as I nodded my head. Yes, I knew what she meant, but it made me ill to think of Tyson touching other women. I chastised myself silently for being such a fool. No one had less of a claim on him than I did.
“Why are you tellin’ me all this?” I asked, cringing when I realized I’d let a little more of my country twang out. I didn’t mind the twang when I was home because I sounded like everyone I loved, except my mother who had no country in her. She hated the way her children would drop their g’s, amongst other things. Thus, I’d learned not to let it out very much in public. When I did, I heard my mother in my head telling me how redneck I sounded.
“Because all that’s happened with the band proves that people change. And, in spite of the impression you’ve been given, I know Tyson is a really great guy. There’s something fragile about him—”
I scoffed. “Fragile? Tyson? That’s crazy. I wouldn’t be surprised to find out his balls are filled with barbed wire and lead paint.”
“Sometimes you need to look closer,” she insisted.
“Agree to disagree,” I said before I took another bite of a nugget.
“Speak of the devil,” she murmured.
I swallowed uncomfortably as my stomach dropped. Grabbing my cup, I guzzled half of the iced tea in it and forced myself not to look over my shoulder.
“He’s coming this way,” she hissed.
My eyes went wide as I shook my head. “Tell me
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