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For a moment, at their previous meeting, Brad had been almost sure that he had seen traces of interest in Aaron’s eyes. The stubborn young man might need some convincing, but if he could be talked into it, it would be good for both of them.
Everything that Brad had said, he had meant. Aaron had it in him to be a big deal, maybe the biggest deal. With his smoldering, intense beauty, his deep voice, the smooth, seductive shapes his body made as he danced, he had everything.
So why not give it a shot? Brad had had two contracts drawn up by his lawyer, one for the six months that Aaron had requested, the other for a longer, two-year term, as Brad had originally wanted.
Brad wasn’t going to try to trick Aaron, of course. But he should give it a shot, so he got everything in order. Two contracts for Aaron to choose from, and a one year contract for all of the other members of the band. What the rest of the Lost Boys would do, Brad wasn’t sure. Maybe some of them would go on to have their own solo careers.
They were a talented group of young men—he told his conscience. They would be fine.
With all of that done, Brad called Aaron, made arrangements with him to see him that night. It was just business, he told himself, though that didn’t explain why he made reservations at one of the hottest new restaurants in town. It was just that he wanted to try it out.
It wasn’t a date or anything. And he wasn’t putting on his nicest suit, either, or taking extra care with his appearance. His stomach wasn’t tingling, filled with the butterflies of anticipation at seeing Aaron, either.
It was just business, just like he and Aaron had agreed. And if Brad enjoyed himself, well, he supposed there was probably no rule against that, either.
Only even then, he didn’t really fool himself, not completely. Something in Aaron had started to worm its way into Brad’s defenses, and even though he knew that, it seemed like he was powerless to stop it. But as long as they kept it professional like Aaron said, there was no harm in it, right?
