“Then why can I hear the same song that was playing on the broadcast playing in your room right now?” he asked.
Fuck.
“Adam… look, I?”
“No, don’t say anything. I'm coming over. We're going to talk about this.” My mouth dropped open in disbelief. His sister Becka and I had been best friends for years and we had kind of grown up together. It was more than a little bit mortifying that he had seen me in my underwear.
What the hell was he doing watching cam shows anyway? Adam Webb wasn’t bad looking, he could get laid if he wanted to. He couldn’t dress and he was kind of a nerd, but he had a solid foundation.
The only person who knew I was doing this was Kenya. I hadn't even told Becka because I was afraid of what she would say. I knew she would have tried to talk me out of it. I had made my decision and I knew what I was getting into and now I had to tell Adam that.
He couldn't tell anyone. How the hell was I supposed to keep him quiet?
The most obvious idea immediately crossed my mind.
He entered my broadcast. There was something he was looking for that he thought I could give him. I could if he gave me what I wanted.
I needed him to keep my secret. He was going to keep my secret. I was going to convince him by any means necessary.