Ace's fears started to morph into anger -- anger at always having to be the patient one, anger at being fooled by yet another closeted guy. Most of all, anger at letting himself fall in love with Paul, who was so quick to run out on him without letting him explain.
By the time Paul had closed his office door, Ace was ready to explode.
"Mr. Gillen, please take off your shirt," Paul said disinterestedly.
Fine. He wants to play pretend? Let's play.
Ace whipped his T-shirt over his head. "So, your secretary's name is Nicole, huh?" he said tightly. "She's cute. Nice set of t**s she was pushing out there. Said some interesting things about you when she was on the phone."
Paul, who had been avoiding eye contact and scribbling something on a clipboard, paused briefly and looked up, but not at
