Cage Palmer’s been knocking on doors all afternoon, trying to find the decision maker. He’s doing his job, keeping the pitch tight, pretending he’s not a little out of his depth. He’s a good-looking bro, confident enough on the surface, but still feeling out the room. Finally, he hits the right trailer. Inside, Johnny Ford is posted up on the couch like he owns the place. Cool, unbothered, and way too handsome for a place like this. The knocking pulls him up fast. He aggressively slides open the side door in nothing but white briefs, like it’s the most normal thing in the world. Cage gets an unexpected eyeful. He pauses for half a second—then recovers, but clearly not mad about what he’s seeing. Johnny clocks the reaction instantly. A slow grin, a step closer, and a little tilt of the head like he’s already in control of the conversation. “You like what you see?” And just like that, Cage’s simple door-to-door mission turns into something else entirely.
