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.Now it was all shot to hell.He was busted, and there was no place to hide fromScott s anger.John shifted on his feet, the dish suddenly heavy in his hands. I can explain. You knew about it, then? Shit.I trusted you. Look, I said I can explain. It was all crap, to soften me up so I d agree to sign over my characters. John shook his head, desperate to say the right thing. No Disbelief raged in Scott s eye as he pointed his finger at John. And the sex,that was part of the package deal. Fuck no.I d never sell myself for a business deal. It sickened John to thinkthat was how little Scott thought of him.Scott scoffed. I should have followed my instincts when we first met.There s nothing to you at all. John didn t have to take this shit. Now who s being an asshole? Carlos came around the table and grabbed Scott by the shoulder.He shovedhim out the back door. Go, cool off.Now. Scott scowled at his agent but took off down the beach, never once look-ing back.Carlos pulled John into the kitchen by the arm as he took the dish.He setit on the stove.He then slammed the door and turned on John. I don t knowwhat is going on between the two of you, but I d hate for all of his progress togo down the crapper because of this. John sank into the nearest chair.He couldn t wrap his head around howtheir relationship had crashed and burned before it barely got started. Tell me what your relationship is to Scott. We re friends, John snapped. Or so I thought. 87 Viki Lyn Just friends or something more? John glared at Carlos across the table.The infuriating agent had his handsquietly folded on the table. What we have is between Scott and me. Although John wasn t too surewhat they shared.It went way beyond sex, but he wasn t ready to call it love.Carlos s hands clenched in and out. Scott s personal life is my businesswhen it affects his career.He s finally writing again.If you re part of the reason,then I need to know how much damage this is going to cause. Do you care about Scott at all? Carajo.He s a friend, as well as my client.But business is business.He needsmy help to dig him out of his mess. John frowned, wondering how Scott had heard about Fantasy Arts wantingthe rights to his characters. Did Patrick Hudson contact you? Yes, and he mentioned your company. So it would come down to the bottom line.What a mess.He didn t careabout signing Scott, not now, not like this. I don t think Scott will even con-sider Fantasy now.He thinks I d fuck him just to get him to sign on with us.That doesn t say much for our relationship. John rose to go home.He d have to call Ryan and break the news to him.He didn t look forward to that phone call.Maybe he should drop by his place.He d rather face his friend in person.Carlos stood. How much do you know about David? The mention of Scott s dead boyfriend stopped John in his tracks. Theywere together for a long time.And he died in a plane crash.I sensed there smore, but Scott hardly talks about it. Let me make a suggestion.I ve known Scott for a very long time.He hasa temper, but once it cools, he s a reasonable man.Talk to him.Ask him aboutDavid.Much of his trust issues are understandable, considering what wentdown between them.I will tell you one thing, though: David was a shithead. It didn t matter to John what had happened in Scott s past.He couldn t bewith a man that didn t trust him.He opened the door and stepped out on theporch.The breeze from the ocean cooled his burning face.He turned slightlyand nodded at Carlos. Thanks for the tip, but it s not going to work outbetween us. John spied Scott jogging along the shoreline.Tempted to go to him, hewalked up to the gate that led to the beach.He ran his hand along the top of88 John s Matchthe rails.Scott wouldn t even look his way.It was true what he d said to Carlos.Whatever he and Scott had shared over the last few weeks was over.He d better go and break the news to Ryan.He left by the side entrance togo home and fetch his car keys.The drive to Ryan s condo was a short one.Martin answered the door,dressed in a navy robe and a cup of coffee in his hand.John forced a smile. Still in a robe this late in the day, John teased as he walked inside without aninvitation. Ryan s expecting me. Martin grunted but then smiled. Don t need to answer to you.Want cof-fee? Freshly made. Had enough, but thanks. His jumpy stomach couldn t take caffeine. Howare the plans coming along for the rec center? He needed a diversion to takehis mind off of Scott.All he felt was numb.Martin led John to Ryan s office. I m pleased with the drawings.You lllike the design elements I ve added. After I talk with Ryan, let s go over them [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.Now it was all shot to hell.He was busted, and there was no place to hide fromScott s anger.John shifted on his feet, the dish suddenly heavy in his hands. I can explain. You knew about it, then? Shit.I trusted you. Look, I said I can explain. It was all crap, to soften me up so I d agree to sign over my characters. John shook his head, desperate to say the right thing. No Disbelief raged in Scott s eye as he pointed his finger at John. And the sex,that was part of the package deal. Fuck no.I d never sell myself for a business deal. It sickened John to thinkthat was how little Scott thought of him.Scott scoffed. I should have followed my instincts when we first met.There s nothing to you at all. John didn t have to take this shit. Now who s being an asshole? Carlos came around the table and grabbed Scott by the shoulder.He shovedhim out the back door. Go, cool off.Now. Scott scowled at his agent but took off down the beach, never once look-ing back.Carlos pulled John into the kitchen by the arm as he took the dish.He setit on the stove.He then slammed the door and turned on John. I don t knowwhat is going on between the two of you, but I d hate for all of his progress togo down the crapper because of this. John sank into the nearest chair.He couldn t wrap his head around howtheir relationship had crashed and burned before it barely got started. Tell me what your relationship is to Scott. We re friends, John snapped. Or so I thought. 87 Viki Lyn Just friends or something more? John glared at Carlos across the table.The infuriating agent had his handsquietly folded on the table. What we have is between Scott and me. Although John wasn t too surewhat they shared.It went way beyond sex, but he wasn t ready to call it love.Carlos s hands clenched in and out. Scott s personal life is my businesswhen it affects his career.He s finally writing again.If you re part of the reason,then I need to know how much damage this is going to cause. Do you care about Scott at all? Carajo.He s a friend, as well as my client.But business is business.He needsmy help to dig him out of his mess. John frowned, wondering how Scott had heard about Fantasy Arts wantingthe rights to his characters. Did Patrick Hudson contact you? Yes, and he mentioned your company. So it would come down to the bottom line.What a mess.He didn t careabout signing Scott, not now, not like this. I don t think Scott will even con-sider Fantasy now.He thinks I d fuck him just to get him to sign on with us.That doesn t say much for our relationship. John rose to go home.He d have to call Ryan and break the news to him.He didn t look forward to that phone call.Maybe he should drop by his place.He d rather face his friend in person.Carlos stood. How much do you know about David? The mention of Scott s dead boyfriend stopped John in his tracks. Theywere together for a long time.And he died in a plane crash.I sensed there smore, but Scott hardly talks about it. Let me make a suggestion.I ve known Scott for a very long time.He hasa temper, but once it cools, he s a reasonable man.Talk to him.Ask him aboutDavid.Much of his trust issues are understandable, considering what wentdown between them.I will tell you one thing, though: David was a shithead. It didn t matter to John what had happened in Scott s past.He couldn t bewith a man that didn t trust him.He opened the door and stepped out on theporch.The breeze from the ocean cooled his burning face.He turned slightlyand nodded at Carlos. Thanks for the tip, but it s not going to work outbetween us. John spied Scott jogging along the shoreline.Tempted to go to him, hewalked up to the gate that led to the beach.He ran his hand along the top of88 John s Matchthe rails.Scott wouldn t even look his way.It was true what he d said to Carlos.Whatever he and Scott had shared over the last few weeks was over.He d better go and break the news to Ryan.He left by the side entrance togo home and fetch his car keys.The drive to Ryan s condo was a short one.Martin answered the door,dressed in a navy robe and a cup of coffee in his hand.John forced a smile. Still in a robe this late in the day, John teased as he walked inside without aninvitation. Ryan s expecting me. Martin grunted but then smiled. Don t need to answer to you.Want cof-fee? Freshly made. Had enough, but thanks. His jumpy stomach couldn t take caffeine. Howare the plans coming along for the rec center? He needed a diversion to takehis mind off of Scott.All he felt was numb.Martin led John to Ryan s office. I m pleased with the drawings.You lllike the design elements I ve added. After I talk with Ryan, let s go over them [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]