GA Hauser [Action! 02] Playing Dirty

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Once they were inside the seclusion of the elevator, it was a different story. The minute the door
closed, Carl pushed Keith against the wall and practically mounted him.
A grunt of surprise emerged from Keith until he wrapped around Carl and sucked back at his mouth.
The bell rang to alert them of their arrival. Carl pushed back from Keith s hot body and wiped the taste
of Keith s mouth off his own lips gently. I love you.
Me too! Keith announced happily, touching Carl s arm as the doors parted.
This way. Carl tilted his head towards a hallway with one side paneled with large glass panes, over
plush mauve carpet. Original lithographs lined the corridor and huge potted trees accented the pale pink
walls.
Carl opened an office door and stepped in. Hello, Paula.
Hiya, Carl! An attractive young woman waved at him from behind her desk. I ll tell Cole you re
here.
Great. Carl watched as she gave his lover a once over. Whatever. It s no secret Keith and I are
friends .
Cole? Carl Bronson is here. She hung up. Go right in, sweetie.
Thanks. Carl reached out for Keith to join him.
Keith wondered if Mr. Rossi had even more clout in Hollywood than Adam Lewis. The office was
dripping with expensive trinkets and artifacts from a lifetime of exotic traveling.
After Carl greeted the gray-haired gentleman, he gestured back to Keith. You know my co-star?
Keith O Leary?
Keith shook Mr. Rossi s hand. Nice to meet you.
Yes. I ve heard a lot about you. Mr. Rossi did not smile when he said that, releasing Keith s hand
abruptly. Carl. Have a seat.
Trying not to interfere, Keith moved to a chair against one wall and looked into a glass case with
strange, carved, wooden African idols in it.
Here s one I highly recommend. Cole pushed paperwork at Carl. Blockbuster summer movie
about a superhero.
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Am I a good guy or a bad guy? Carl appeared amused.
Good. You re the second banana.
Really? Like Robin to Batman?
Yes.
Keith felt Mr. Rossi s eyes dart to him with discomfort. Perhaps Carl s agent was trying to decide if
Carl was gay after all. Maybe seeing them together gave him the idea that the cover story in the tabloid
was just that. A cover.
Cole added, It s going to begin filming during your summer break. No conflict with your cable
drama whatsoever.
Where will it be filmed?
Here in LA.
Good. Carl flipped the pages of the paperwork, a contented smile on his lips.
This one s for a guest spot on Leno. Cole kept handing Carl paperwork. This one s for advertising
men s underwear in Japan.
Carl laughed, looking back at Keith in amusement.
Keith tried to smile at him even though Mr. Rossi made him feel uneasy. It was as if Keith was
preventing the two of them from talking candidly.
Just look them over. The audition for the film includes the date, time, and script. That s the big
money offer. The rest are just fun extras.
Okay, Cole. Carl smiled sweetly at him.
Finally Cole appeared to be unable to contain his thoughts. Carl.
Yes?
You are dating a woman, right?
Carl whipped his head around to Keith.
What the hell do you want from me? Keith tried to communicate his distress at the topic.
As if making a command decision, Carl replied, Yes.
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Good. I m sorry, Carl, but I think if you weren t seen on that latest weekly tabloid with a model on
your arm, I wouldn t be handing you any of these offers.
I know, Cole.
Give them a look over, and get back to me.
I will. Carl stood, shaking Cole s hand.
Bye. Keith waved weakly.
Goodbye, Mr. O Leary.
It was said as a scold, and if Carl couldn t hear it, Keith would be amazed.
Bye, Paula. Carl smiled sweetly at Cole s assistant.
See ya, Carl. Bye! she addressed Keith.
See ya. Keith waved at her.
Once they were in the hall, Keith grumbled, He hates me.
What? Carl tucked the paperwork under his arm and pushed the down button for the elevator. He
does not.
Yes. He does. I m the ruin of his top star.
Shut up.
They entered the elevator, and since they weren t alone, they behaved.
Just as they hit the sunshine and approached Carl s black Corvette, Keith s mobile phone rang. As he
climbed into the passenger seat, Keith answered. Hello?
Hey, Keith. It s Adam Lewis.
Hi, Adam. Keith laughed at the irony. Let me guess. Since we ve come out as heterosexual men
you have offers.
How did you guess?
I m a genius. Keith closed the car door and gave Carl a pained look. Actually, we re sitting in
Carl s car outside his agent s office with his own handful of scripts.
I told you.
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Adam, we ve got a serious problem. Keith rubbed his hand over Carl s thigh as he started the car.
Oh?
The producers, Derek Dixon and Will Markham want us to stop pretending we re straight.
Crap.
Ya think? Keith tried to laugh but it came out like a cough. Rock, hard place, Adam.
Keith, their interest is in their drama, period.
We know that. But it may be the difference between working one season on it or eight.
Yes. I understand.
What the hell are we supposed to do, Adam?
Where are you guys? Are you anywhere near Malibu?
Yes. Why?
Come by.
Your house? Keith shook Carl s leg for him to stop putting the car in gear for a moment.
Yes. Come to my house. Let s have a discussion about this.
Okay.
See you soon? You know my home address right?
Give it to me again. Keith repeated it out loud as he did. Carl nodded he got it. Okay, Adam.
We ll be there as soon as we can.
Good.
Keith hung up. You believe this?
No. It s insane.
At least Adam is gay. Christ, I thought Rossi wanted to murder me for killing your career.
Why do you say that?
He was shooting daggers at me behind your back.
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That fuckhead. Carl entered the main road and headed to the coast.
Sorry. He was.
He s slightly old fashioned. I don t think he likes the whole West Hollywood gay thing.
Asshole.
Carl shrugged. I wasn t gay when he offered to represent me.
No. You were just another pretty face, Keith purred, cupping Carl s crotch.
They found the correct address. Carl pulled into the long sandy drive and parked. Well, Adam does
very well for himself.
No kidding. Keith unfastened his seatbelt.
Beachfront. Nice. Have you ever been here before, Keith?
No. Never. Keith exited the car and stood for a moment, looking at the front of the white stucco
house.
Carl met him at the walkway leading to the door. Pretty Jaguar.
Keith turned to see a sleek maroon Jaguar XK in the drive. Walking to the front door, Keith rang the
bell. When a muscular blond answered, Keith gaped at him in awe. Uh& I m here to see Adam Lewis?
Come on in.
Keith entered the interior and admired the southwestern design. I m Keith O Leary and this is Carl
Bronson.
Yes, I recognize you from Forever Young . I m Jack Larsen, Adam s partner.
Keith took his outstretched hand and relinquished it so his lover could take it next. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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