“How many words?”
“Three thousand.”
He nodded slowly. “That’ll probably be enough.”
“Yeah, for sure.” I smiled tightly.
“So, when do you want to start?”
I looked past him to the door behind him, suddenly feeling excited about what’s actually going on in there. I shrugged. “Whenever you think is fine.”
He thought about it for a second, then said, “Tomorrow night. I’m finishing up some editing in the morning and have a couple of meetings in the afternoon, so you can come down around, let’s say, eight-thirty.”
That was late, but I knew his filming schedule didn’t have normal office hours. And for some reason, there was always more sex at night than during the day.
“Isn’t it hard to film scenes without daylight, or do all your movies take place at night?” I asked, already slipping into essay mode without even having created an outline.
He smirked. “Not all of them. I have some great lighting in there, and I like the city skyline in the background at night.”
Fair enough. I liked the LA skyline too, and I often found myself lying in bed, just staring out the window before falling asleep.
“Okay, then…” I straightened up and smiled again. “See you tomorrow night at eight-thirty.”
Callan nodded, then he uncrossed his arms and turned back toward the filming room, leaving me standing there on the stairs with more excitement than I’d ever let myself feel.
***
“Was he shocked or surprised? I bet he was excited. Who wouldn’t want someone like you to watch you work? I sure would.”
I chuckled at Holland over FaceTime, trying not to grin too wide. “Actually, he said no first. Then he changed his mind.”
She tilted her head and narrowed her eyes. “Elaborate on that, please.”
“He first said no. Then I said, Fine, I didn’t really want to do it anyway. Then he said yes.”
Holland grinned. “Reverse psychology at its finest. You didn’t even mean to do it.”
“I really didn’t,” I said, laughing softly. “I’m still not sure if it’s a good idea, to be honest.”
“Are you kidding? It’s the best idea. You’re going to sit there and watch porn being filmed for an essay. You realize how wild that sounds, right?”
“I’m not watching porn. I’m observing afilm set,” I corrected, though my tone didn’t sound as confident as I wanted it to.
She raised a brow. “Mhm. Sure. And sure enough, you’re unable to look away from naked bodies and tits bouncing and dicks hardening.”
“Holland.”
“Fine, fine,” she said, laughing as she turned to lie on her stomach. “I’m just saying that this is probably the most interesting homework anyone’s ever done. If I were Hayes, I’d give you an A before you even turned it in. Actually, since it was my idea, I should get an A without even turning anything in. That idea alone is A-worthy.”
I laughed softly. “If I get an A, I’ll take you out to dinner.”
“Oh, baby,” she said, wiggling her brows, and sounding flirtier than she ever did with any guy. “Now I sure hope you’ll get one, so we can go on a hot date.”
I rolled my eyes at her but grinned. “Weirdo.”
“Love you too. So, when’s your big research starting?”
“Tomorrow at eight-thirty.”
