Equity Part Fifty Five

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Part Fifty Five

Adam floated through his day in a near-daze. Luckily, much of his job involved sound editing for various commercial spots, something he could almost do in his sleep. Even so, his mind often wandered so far from his task that he ended up starting over several times.

“What’s up with you?” asked Robb, his coworker.

“Hmmm?” Adam blinked at him and forced away the image of Stephen in the shower, soap suds sliding down over his skin…

“Exactly. You’ve been off in dreamland all day. What’s up?”

Adam straightened and focused on his computer screen. “Oh. I’m just tired. I had a gig last night.”

Rob smiled. “A gig? Is that what put that goofy smile on your face?”

“I do not have a goofy smile!” Adam protested, but there was no force behind it, because he could feel the sappy, blissful smile lurking at the corners of his lips, ready to break free the instant his thoughts began to wander.

“Who is it? Boy or girl?” Rob went on.

Adam flushed, but pushed away from his monitor, knowing he was screwed. Rob was tenacious and nosy, but thankfully not a gossip. “Boy,” Adam admitted. He did smile, then, thinking of Stephen.

“Wow,” Rob said. “I’ve never seen you like this. He must be something special.”

Adam nodded. “Gorgeous, intelligent, rich, interesting. He’s out of my league, frankly.”

“He’s—rich? Did you say rich?”

Adam snorted. “Don’t be a gold-digger. I don’t like him because he’s rich. Although, yeah, it’s kind of a turn-on when he picks me up in his expensive car and his house is amazing and huge and… Fuck, you don’t think he thinks I’m a gold-digger, do you?” Adam frowned, trying to think back over the weekend to see if he had done anything particularly stupid. Had Stephen bought their breakfast at the restaurant? He couldn’t remember much about that breakfast, except the kissing afterward in the car…

Rob waved a hand in front of Adam’s face and laughed. “Earth to Adam! Damn, you’ve got it bad, boy. I’m sure I don’t know what he thinks, but if you look at him like that, it probably doesn’t matter.”

“Like what?”

“Let’s just say you’re starting to turn me on, and I like girls. A lot. Tits and vagina all the way, brother. Mmmm, yeah.”

Adam grimaced at the thought of any sort of female anatomical parts. “Didn’t we just go through that horrible sensitivity training? You aren’t supposed to say things like that at work.”

Rob looked slightly panicked for a moment, glancing toward the door and then at the mixing console. “Shit, you’re not recording anything, are you?”

Adam grinned and shook his head. “Don’t sweat it. Nothing is recording at the moment. Just be more careful. Talk like that can get you fired.”

Rob muttered something about “overly-sensitive women” and possibly “might be smarter to turn gay” and headed for the door. He paused before leaving to give Adam a thumbs-up and quip, “Good luck with Mr. Perfect.”

Adam flipped him off and turned back to his editing. Stephen wasn’t perfect; he was simply… the closest thing to it that Adam had ever found. And he was picking Adam up in—he glanced at the clock—three hours and six minutes.

Adam sighed, stared at his computer screen, and promptly went back to revisiting his memories of Stephen in bed.