“Hey,” I replied, pressing my lips into a thin line.
I could see Holland grin out of the corner of my eye, and I braced myself for whatever she was about to say.
“Damn…you do look hotter in person.”
I rolled my eyes so far back I thought I’d gone blind. “Holland,” I groaned.
“What? It’s true.” She turned more toward Callan and pointed her knife at him. “I’ve seen a couple of your videos. For…research, of course.”
Callan looked amused. He pursed his lips to hide a grin. “Of course.”
“How’d you come up with that name? Buster Ace. It’s pretty genius.”
“Holls,” I murmured, giving her a serious look. “Please, don’t.”
“What? I’m just making conversation. It’s not every day that you can talk to an actual porn star.”
“I’m just a normal guy,” Callan said with a tight smile.
“Sure, whatever you say, Buster.”
“Please stop calling him that,” I begged, sighing heavily.
“Okay, then I’ll call him daddy. Heard you like that.”
My cheeks burned bright red, and for a second, I thought I had told her about the daddy-accident at the grocery store. But Holland quickly continued.
“Do you have all the girls in your movies call you daddy?”
Callan glanced at me, and while I knew he was enjoying the conversation, he saw how uncomfortable I was and decided to end it by casually changing the subject.
“What are you girls up to?”
Holland rolled her eyes, showing no more interest in him. That was fine with me. But to be honest, Holland would’ve gotten bored with Callan with time anyway. While she liked a challenge, she’d rather go after college guys who made it way easier for her. Guys who were submissive enough to do everything she told them to.
“We’re going to watch a movie or two. Have some snacks and all,” I told him.
“Sounds good.”
“Wanna join?” Holland asked, half-serious.
Callan chuckled. “No, thanks. I’ll leave you two to it. Don’t wanna bother.” He headed over to the fridge and opened it, going through what food we had left.
“What are you looking for?” I asked, watching him get frustrated.
He didn’t glance up. “Just something to eat.”
“You can have some of the veggies and hummus. It’s too much for us anyway.”
He straightened up, shutting the fridge door. “Thanks, but I need protein.”
Got it.
I gave a tight smile and turned back to continue cutting the cucumber. Seconds later, a hand rested on my hip, and his body pressed against mine from behind.
“I’ll try some of that hummus though.”
I froze, set the knife down, and watched him pick up a carrot stick and dip it into the hummus. “This is good,” he said.
