Total Creative Control (Creative Types, #1)

by Joanna Chambers

“Oh, I’m being stupid?” He levelled a finger, pointing into the living room where a life-size cut-out of Skye Jäger brooded in the corner.

Lewis’s expression darkened. Glowering, Aaron’s thesaurus brain supplied. Glaring. Scowling. “Fuck’s sake, Mason. Let him go.”

Besides, Aaron already has a boyfriend—a bloody awful one, as it happens—but he certainly doesn’t need another.”

“Ooooh!” she said, rubbing her hands together. “Double Choc Fudge cake! Thank Aaron for me.”

You are going to chill the fuck out, my friend, and open your mind up to new possibilities.” “Only if you put fucking Rohypnol in my tea,” Lewis said.

“Do you collect art?” he asked Charlie as they walked through the gallery. Lewis shot him a horrified look, making a slashing gesture across his throat. Too late.

“So long as you can express your inner pain through the medium of dance in those, you’ll be fine.” “Oh God,” Toni said faintly. “This is going to be so bad.

“Stay safe, Lewis. It was interesting to meet you.”

“Welcome, welcome!” Charlie greeted them. “Let me make you all a drink. Do you trust me to choose for you?” There was a brief silence as all three of them obviously thought “No” before they all muttered unenthusiastic affirmatives.

“Do you think he’s going to roofie us?” Aaron muttered, and Lewis laughed, though in truth it wasn’t something he’d confidently bet against.

“So,” Lewis said, when Aaron remained silent. “This situation is… suboptimal.” “Suboptimal,” Aaron repeated slowly.

“Well, this is it. I hope you—” Her face fell, and she eyed them warily. “What’s wrong? What’s happened?” “Nothing,” they chorused. It couldn’t have sounded more suspicious if they’d scripted it.

Ever since the weekend at Safehaven, he’d found his fanfic well dry. Desiccated. Completely arid.

Young and eager, objectively gorgeous. Just not really Aaron’s type. Aaron’s type was tall, dark, and Lewis.

God, it was ridiculously good to see him. How stupid was that?

“Another beer, Aary?”

VOM

Lewis glanced up through his gorgeous dark lashes. “But maybe we could, you know, do this from time to time?”

HATEHATEHATEHATE HIM

they’d fucked… No, not fucked. What, though? Made love? He made a face—it was a phrase that made him want to retch—but yeah. That was more like what they’d done.

Amused, Aaron took the chair Lewis had already set next to his, behind the desk. “What’s wrong with the—?” “I don’t know!” Lewis’s hair had the spiky look it got when he’d been pulling at it. “They can’t see me. The camera’s on, but it’s just not working.” After a quick glance at Lewis’s laptop, Aaron reached out to smooth down Lewis’s hair, then slid the camera cover off the lens. Lewis just looked at him. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”