Page 19 of Filthy and Fierce

My phone dings, letting me know I got a text, but I ignore it.

It dings again, but I’m just staring off, people watching, wondering if Dixon is planning to meet up with big boobs later.

When my phone rings, I reluctantly dig it out of my pocket. The unknown on the caller ID has me answering it hesitantly. “Hello.”

“Faith,” Dixon says, half out of breath. “Where are you?”

I instantly snarl. “Really? You want to know where I am now? You weren’t worried about me a little while ago.”

“Where the fuck are you?”

I stand up and dump my uneaten food in the trash before walking out of the tent. “Why? You worried you’re going to be out with big boobs and I’m going to cause a scene? Well, I won’t. I’m not like that.”

“Faith, I’m going to ask you one last time. Where. The. Fuck. Are. You?”

He enunciates each word, and maybe I should be more worried about his tone, but I’m not. “It’s none of your business where I’m at or who I’m with, Dixon Chase.”

His voice drops an octave, and it sounds like he could be about to crawl out of the phone. “Faith Allen, come to room 312. If you’re not here in five minutes, I’m coming to you and throwing you over my shoulder, and everyone on the circuit will know you’re mine before I get through the parking lot.”

I gasp.He wouldn’t.

“And Faith, don’t think I won’t do it. I will… Four minutes.”

He hangs up the phone, and as soon as I hear the click, I look around me. He won’t do it. He’s already said he can’t let my dad find out what we did, so there’s no way he’s going to make a scene. Hell, the circuit gossip is worse here than in Whiskey Run, and sure enough, even if he does come here and not throw me over his shoulder, people would still talk.

Dammit.

I pocket my phone and start walking toward the hotel. The whole way, I’m planning what I’m going to say. One thing for sure: I’m going to give him a piece of my mind. He thinks he can kiss some woman and then expect me to come running, and it’s not right.

I walk through the hotel, stab the button on the elevator, and cross my arms over my chest as I wait. The longer I wait, the more upset I get, so by the time I get to Dixon’s room, it feels like steam is coming out my ears.

I lift my hand to knock, but I don’t have to because the door is swung open.

Dixon looks panicked. His hair’s standing up every which way. He’s missing his shirt, and his jeans are unbuttoned. Instantly, that night in the office comes to mind, and he grabs my shoulders. “Kiss me.”

I put a hand on his chest. “No way. You think?—”

I don’t even get the whole sentence out and he’s pulling me into the hotel room and kicking the door shut with his boot. He leans me against the door. “Faith, please kiss me.”

I push him away. “I don’t know where your mouth has been.”

With a pained expression, he shakes his head. “I didn’t want her to kiss me.”

I roll my eyes. “Usually if you don’t want someone to kiss you, you don’t let them kiss you.”

“Faith, if you saw that, then you saw me push her away and leave.”

I cross my arms over my chest. “Right, so is she meeting you here later or?—”

He leans toward me. “I’m not that guy, Faith, and I think you know that.”

A shrill laugh explodes from me. “Please. I saw the women throwing themselves at you. I saw big boobs all over you and…”

He pulls me toward him and gruffly exclaims, “I just want you.”

Before I can say anything, he’s shaking his head, and his voice is thick with emotion. “I’m telling you, Faith. I only want to kiss you, and when that… that woman touched me, it made me sick. I don’t want her. I didn’t want her to touch me, and it made me sick that you had to see it.” He tilts my chin up. “If it was the other way around and some guy…” He can’t even say the words because he’s shaking his head in disgust.

I’m starting to soften, and I lean into him. “So Dixon… I know this is temporary, and I thought I could handle it, but I have a favor to ask.”

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