Paul almost jumps when his phone rings. Please be him. He looks around the studio guiltily, almost sure someone heard that thought, but he’s alone. As he opens his cell, he tells himself to be careful, as if he isn’t already overly cautious. Lew’s words still haunt him. “A real ass.”
This morning Lewis told Paul he heard Adam’s ego is out of control. He doesn’t want to sign someone he can’t manage. Paul still doesn’t think Adam is all that bad, but what’s he know? Just the outline of his d**k against his underwear in the dark. Just the way he kisses, possessive and hungry and eager. Just the feel of his hands on Paul’s skin. That’s it.
So despite the adrenaline coursing through his body, he plays it cool. Acts like he doesn’t quite remember who Adam is. He isn’t sure if it works but Adam
