Claiming His Charge
© Susan Horsnell 2019
The man stepped close and got in my face.
“You have two options. Your band can rehearse and do sound check without you, or you cancel until tomorrow when I’ve had the chance to organize extra venue security. Starting now, you go nowhere without me glued to your side, and before you open your trap to say I’m not your minder, I’ll assure you, I am. Contracts have been signed with my company. Legally binding contracts. So unless you want a lawsuit that will give you one hell of a headache, you will co-operate.”
The man was pissing me off. I slammed my hands on my hips and took a step back.
“And just how will you know if I’m following your orders tonight?”
He dragged his hand over his buzz cut. Between the hair and his muscular build, there was no doubt in my mind he was ex-military, used to giving orders and being obeyed. Jordan stepped forward again and I was forced to tilt my head back to look at his face. Fuck, the man had kissable lips – plump, tinged with pink, and at the moment, slightly parted. His minty breath wafted over me.
“You’re gonna be a pain in my fucking arse, aren’t you?”
I opened my mouth, closed it again.
“There will a security guard stationed outside the door. He’ll have my instructions and he’ll be armed.”
Jordan spun on his heel and faced Gus. “If it were up to me, I wouldn’t be here, but as no one else was available, I drew the short straw. The only fucking straw. I just returned a few hours ago after two days in the desert in Afghanistan. During that time, I’ve had no sleep, one coffee about an hour ago and I’m feeling a might pissed off at your client’s attitude. I should be on day’s off. Instead, I’m being forced to babysit a singer who has tickets on himself and is a legend in his own lunchbox. Sort his attitude out before I get back tomorrow.”
My eyes dropped to his arse, encased in tight jeans. I swallowed the drool which formed as I watched the tight muscles rise and fall with each step he took.
With one hand on the handle of the door, he turned and faced me again. I suspected he had something more he wanted to say. Instead, he shook his head, left and slammed the door behind him.