Gabriel's mouth watered. He swallowed as his cock gave an interested little thud. Every couple of weeks sounded like just the right intervals to make him constantly yearning to see Niall again, and that offer...
Everything clicked into place, or at least as much as Gabriel needed to stop feeling frustrated about being strung along.
His ability to enthrall and sway a crowd, weaponized. Niall was right, wooing co-eds was a waste of his talents. But he'd never before been offered a job to put those particular skills to actual purpose, or at least not one he'd accept--PR rep sounded so dull, after all.
It wasn't the ideal of being offered top dollar for his art, but it was--in its own way--better. More fascinating, and there'd be enough time for his art on the side.
It was everything he could do not to accept on the spot.
The specific salary didn't matter. They'd pay him, at a minimum, enough for him to survive and to remain available to their purposes--no second job necessary, unless it was somewhere with a lazy schedule and a large, talkative clientele. And they'd probably pay him enough to hold his interest and to keep his loyalties from wandering. He might as well drop out of school--grad school had been getting boring, and part of him had always been waiting for a more interesting opportunity to come along.
"Yes," he said, betraying the resolution he'd only just made about not accepting on the spot.
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Gabriel's mouth watered. He swallowed as his cock gave an interested little thud. Every couple of weeks sounded like just the right intervals to make him constantly yearning to see Niall again, and that offer...
Everything clicked into place, or at least as much as Gabriel needed to stop feeling frustrated about being strung along.
His ability to enthrall and sway a crowd, weaponized. Niall was right, wooing co-eds was a waste of his talents. But he'd never before been offered a job to put those particular skills to actual purpose, or at least not one he'd accept--PR rep sounded so dull, after all.
It wasn't the ideal of being offered top dollar for his art, but it was--in its own way--better. More fascinating, and there'd be enough time for his art on the side.
It was everything he could do not to accept on the spot.
The specific salary didn't matter. They'd pay him, at a minimum, enough for him to survive and to remain available to their purposes--no second job necessary, unless it was somewhere with a lazy schedule and a large, talkative clientele. And they'd probably pay him enough to hold his interest and to keep his loyalties from wandering. He might as well drop out of school--grad school had been getting boring, and part of him had always been waiting for a more interesting opportunity to come along.
"Yes," he said, betraying the resolution he'd only just made about not accepting on the spot.