Page 116 of Counterpoint
Oh. Fuck. Adrian’s work. “Um. You’re not gonna lose you job...?”
He shrugged, his shirt untucked, half unbuttoned, and sleeves rolled to his elbows. His tie and jacket had been thrown over a chair close to the door. “Maybe. I don’t really care at the moment.”
Ray ducked his head and turned away, but Dom saw the smile. He swung around to peer at Zavier. “Wait, what’s going on?”
Of course, Zav raised an eyebrow. “I have no idea what you mean.”
“Bullshit. You know everything Ray’s got his fingers into.” Dom stood and rounded on Mish. “We’re supposed to do things as a band—all of us!”
Mish held up her hands. “If Ray’s up to something, he hasn’t let me know.”
“No...” Ray faced Dom, his grin wide. “I’m just...thinking. That’s all.”
“You want to hire me to work on the website,” Adrian deadpanned.
“I’m thinking we should hire Adrian to do the website,” Ray said.
Mish rolled her eyes. Zavier spun a drumstick in his hand and said, “It’s not a bad idea.”
“No,” Adrian said.
They all looked at him, including Dom.
“Wait, you don’t want to do the website? But that list...” Ray looked lost.
Dom smacked his hand against Adrian’s thigh. “And if you’re gonna lose your job because of me...”
“I’m not losing my job because of you. If they don’t fire me for unexpectedly walking out of the office today or for essentially saying that my position is a flaming pile of shit, I’m quitting tomorrow morning anyway. And I have more than enough vacation owed to me and a savings account built up. I can manage fine for quite some time.”
“You don’t want to fix our website?” Ray said again. He pulled a chair out and flopped into it.
Adrian waved a hand, his lips twisting up into a grin. “Oh, I want to fix your website. It needs an overhaul something awful—and it’s down right now thanks to the increased traffic.” He held up his phone. “Funny how that works.”
Zavier stilled the stick in his hand. “I’m not following this discussion correctly. You want to fix our website, but you don’t want us to hire you to fix our website.”
Adrian grinned at Zavier, and Dom recognized thegotchain those lips. “Exactly,” Adrian said.
That got a snort from Zavier.
“Is he always like is?” Ray turned to Dom.
“No. Yes.” Dom sighed. “Adrian?” There was a plea in his voice.
“Sorry. I’m still a little lightheaded and giddy, so you’re going to have to put up with my mood for a change.” He raised a hand to silence any other outbursts. “I don’t want to be hired to fix your website. I want to be hired to run your IT and your social media.”
Mish strode over, dropped a water bottle into Adrian’s lap, and punched him in the arm. “You’re going to be just as much trouble as the rest of them, aren’t you?”
Adrian got a sly grin and cracked open the bottle. “Maybe. Depends on whether the band hires me.”
“We’re gonna hire you,” Ray said.
Adrian met Ray’s gaze. “Even though I’m fucking your best friend?”
Heat shot straight to Dom’s face and balls. Yeah, Adrian was starting to feel better, that was for sure.
“Especiallysince you’re fucking my best friend,” Ray said.
Dom buried his face in his hands. “Fuck you both. And Zavier’s your best friend, too. So’s Mish.”
