“No worries,” I tell him honestly. “I don’t know if I’ll even be able to sleep all that much. I’m pretty excited, to be honest.”
“I’m still going to go in case you manage a small nap. Be sure to send me some voice notes after the show is over about how things went. I’ll listen to them when I wake up.”
“Sure thing. I doubt it will be all that interesting.”
Famous last words.
Chapter Two
Brett Michael Douglas
I palm my cock the second I’m in the dressing rooms. My head lands against the wall behind me with a thud.
“Fuck me,” I mutter.
“Um, no thanks. We’re not on that level.”
I nearly jump out of my skin as Angelo’s deep voice hits me. “Dammit!”
He smiles as he twirls the fidget spinner in his hand. “No need to get loud. I can hear you just fine.”
“Yeah, well, I didn’t hear you.” I adjust my pants, hoping the erection will die quickly.
Being startled half to death should help.
Then again, a single thought about the cutie downstairs and… yep, it’s coming back to life. This is really going to be a disaster if I don’t get my shit together.
“What has you so worked up? You were supposed to be going to get us something to drink. Did you forget?”
I shake my head as I drop down onto the beanbag in front of me. My legs extend out enough so that I can kick the tip of his shoe. At my tap, he scowls.
Laughing at the look, I fold my arms and lean my head back again. This time it lands on the cushion of the chair.
“I did forget. It was for a valid reason though.” Before he can ask, I share the information freely. “Saw someone that looked like Sable. Decided to tag him in before he could get to me.”
“Ahhh. I thought Sable wasn’t coming in today.”
“He wasn’t supposed to. You know how he likes to mix it up. I didn’t question it. Instead, I walked up behind him and lifted him in a big-ass bear-hug.”
“Okay. So you two were playing tag, and you got distracted?”
I wince. “It wasn’t Sable.”
Angelo drops his spinner between his legs. It bounces off my shoes, then rolls until it hits the edge of the carpet. I watch it closely, my eyes not wanting to see the look of shock I’m sure my friend is wearing.
Given that Angelo and I started working here the same month, it was obvious we’d become close. Three years and a lifetime of late nights later, I consider him one of my best friends. It’s great most days. I have his support, and he has mine. We’re usually on the same shift too, which means our free time is synced.
But on days like this, where I fuck up and he has to hear about it after the fact—yeah, those days suck. I hate getting lectures from him.
“You know, if you two would end this game,” he starts.
I rise up until he can see my scowl. “Not a chance! You know how much Sable relies on the game to keep him from getting anxious. Ever since we’ve started, he’s been doing better.”
Angelo hums his agreement as he reaches down to grab the spinner again. He twirls it a few times before replying with, “You’re right.”
I’m so shocked by his words I lean forward and land on all fours. Positioned between his legs, I stare up at my friend.
“Ignore the position and repeat yourself.”
