Guarded (Lloyd Hansen AU) 18+

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Brontë

As annoying as it is to see Lloyd's face right as I come off stage, I know I have to grin and bear it. Court is also here so it's not too bad, and the pair escort me to the waiting car so we can leave quickly.

"It was a good show". Court says as we walk to the car from backstage.

"Just 'good'?" I ask. I thought it went perfectly, but it seems that he begs to differ. Then again I guess my music isn't for everyone. Certainly not Lloyd.

"You know what I mean". He smirks.

Lloyd remains next to me. "He means he doesn't listen to girly pop". His voice is calm, but he knows the comment will most likely piss me off.

I roll my eyes as he opens the car door, and get in. "Does that mean that you do?" I ask him once he's in the front seat.

He looks at my reflection in the rear view. "Absolutely not sunshine".

"He gives off phantom of the opera vibes". Court chuckles as he begins to drive out. The other cars of security both in front and behind. "Although I don't know, do you even listen to music? Did you have a childhood?"

"Yes I had a fucking childhood". He snaps and clearly that is something that triggers him. Somehow I don't think it holds the greatest of memories for him. For a start it's clear that he and Ari never got along. It would be interesting to find out why. The subject is a touchy one though. "Geez I need a Vicodin".

I say no more until we're back at the hotel and he's escorting me down the hall after telling Dani to fuck off to bed. What a gentleman.

"Here you go princess. Your suite". He sees me in.

"Thanks. You think that they could bring me some room service or whatever? I don't know if the kitchen's closed".

He rolls his eyes. "I'm your head of security, not your PA..." then he sees my face and sighs. "Fine, I'll ring down to see if they can make you a damn pizza or something".

"Am I really that much of an inconvenience to you?" I challenge. It seems that I am to everyone else around me so what's one more person?

"No..." he admits as he walks to the phone that's on the table, and checks the menu. "I have a migraine coming. All I wanna do is hit the hay".

I nod. "It's fine. I can order the pizza", telling him but already he's picking up the phone and ringing down with my order.

"It'll be brought up as quickly as possible".

"Thanks..."

He looks around, seemingly agitated. "So is that it? Or do you need me to undress you and read you a bedtime story as well?"

"I bet you'd love that wouldn't you?" I smirk, knowing I can piss him off and inflict a little more pain to his ever growing migraine. The fact that I'm still standing here in the most low cut and shortest dress known to man really isn't helping matters. Good job I have two pairs of tights on for dignity though. They really do give my legs a great glossy look.

Lloyd looks at me. "And clearly you love thinking about that. So I'll leave you with that one thought". He says now walking over and circling me slowly. "Imagine just how fast I'd rip this dress from you and have you bent over, begging, just for me to touch you".

Holy shit.

"That's...I wouldn't think that". I stammer, mentally cursing as I have no witty comeback for this situation.

"Just as well you're not my type then, Bronnie". He says as he walks to the door, and then opens it. "Enjoy your pizza. I'll see you in the morning".

I hate him.

I hate how I'm left just staring at the damn door like an idiot.

I hate how I so easily let my guard down without even realising.

I rip the dress off and chuck it on the chair in the corner, showering quickly so as I'm out in time in case room service just happens to arrive. Thankfully it does once I'm in my nightwear, and I take the door gratefully. As hungry as I was before, I don't really feel it now, and after only managing a few slices, I abandon the pizza and lay back in bed, tiredness now hitting me like a train. I have months of this to go so I need to get used to it.

And I need to get used to Lloyd being around me.

If he wants to play games then bring it on, I can play them just as well as he can, make the comebacks when needed - and once this tour is over he can go back to whatever the hell he was doing before, and who. It's obvious he's a man who really doesn't do commitment - more so casual sex with no strings attached. That's the vibe I get anyway.

I have no time for all that, and with him being so committed to the job it's a wonder that he does, well, that's if I'm right of course - but I'm not about to find out.

Instead I close my eyes and get the well deserved rest I need. I play another night tomorrow before having to jump on a plane to get to the next location.

All I hear is Lloyd's voice in my head. "Imagine just how fast I'd rip this dress from you and have you bent over, begging, just for me to touch you".

Fuck.