Keeping Sweets by Cate Ashwood Read Free Book Online

with accents too much, do you think?”
    “No, I remember him now. They’re different accents, and I think he’ll work well. I like the mix of boys we have. Three blonds, four with dark hair. All the guys are fit and toned but some are more muscular than others. Most importantly, everyone’s equipment is more than adequate. A couple of the guys are even bigger than eight. That should please the members for sure.”
    “You bet. Well, that was pretty easy. Other than Evan, all the guys know the process and brought their test results with them, so we shouldn’t hit any potholes on this one. I have a feeling this is going to be one of the best-selling vids yet. You’ve done well so far, Bran.”
    “Think we should pick a backup boy in case Evan doesn’t go through with it?” Bran asked, already second-guessing the decisions he’d made. He didn’t know why he felt so invested in this already. It was just another porno, with a set of random guys who didn’t mean anything to him at all. If it failed, it failed.
    The corner of Les’s mouth crooked up in a knowing smile. “I think it’ll be fine, sugar. I think the kid might surprise you.”
    “Alright, guess I should get to work calling the guys in. I’ll arrange for us all to meet up at the house. We’ll take the first day or so to let the guys get to know one another a little before the hard-core stuff happens. Might get some good footage for in between scenes too.”
    “Good call. Are you going to take your truck down? I’ll follow behind with the supplies if you want.” Les grabbed his cell from the table and retreated to his office to make arrangements. In the meantime, Bran started making calls to let the boys know they were in.
    He wanted to call Evan first. It was silly, but he felt eager to talk to the kid again. He pulled Evan’s file from the bottom of the pile and opened it. Evan looked up at him from the picture Les had taken during his interview. His eyes were so big and dark brown. Eyes you could easily lose yourself in. They were wide, trusting, and a little sad, like he had spent his whole life in disappointment.
    Bran didn’t know if this would add to it or not. Was getting into porn going to be exciting for this kid, or would it only make things worse? Bran knew about being lonely and disappointed with life. He hoped Evan knew what he was getting himself into. He couldn’t make choices for the kid though; he could only do what he had to and trust that Evan would choose the right path for himself.
    He lifted the paper-clipped photo and traced his finger down the page to the contact information. It was blank. Bran’s stomach dropped. Maybe Les had a phone number. The kid had gotten in touch with him for the interview after all.
    Bran took a few steps down the hall into Les’s office in time to hear the end of his conversation with the camera crew. He was using his “stern” voice. For all of Les’s faults and less-than-solid moral fiber, he was good to his boys. Bran felt a twinge of affection for the older man.
    Once he had hung up, Bran asked him about contact information for Evan.
    “Oh yeah, it’s here somewhere. I think I have an e-mail address for him. No phone number, but we can try this first and see what happens. I’ll keep the other boys’ files out just in case we need to find a replacement.”
    Bran nodded, but secretly hoped that wouldn’t be necessary. Les stood so Bran could sit at the computer to type. He paused briefly, not quite sure what to say. He’d never had a problem communicating with any of the guys before—strictly business and cutting to the chase—but he felt different about writing to Evan. It seemed more personal somehow, like his words were more permanent than a quick conversation on a cell phone. He began to type.
    Evan,
    Thank you for coming in to meet with us the other day. Les and I were both very impressed with your performance.
    He paused again. Then hit the delete key. Impressed with your