“Homemade,” Holland said, grinning. “Well, store-bought, but I added the chives and arranged it nicely.”
He chuckled softly. “Impressive.”
He gave my hip a little squeeze before moving it further down to rest on my ass. I didn’t push him away because I was scared Holland would notice what was going on.
God, who was I kidding? She probably already saw what was happening but just decided to ignore it to see how far it would go.
I cleared my throat and reached back with my left hand—the one Holland couldn’t see because she was standing on my right—and nudged Callan to get him to step away from me. Buthe didn’t. He only stepped closer and wrapped his arm around my waist, pressing himself harder against me.
It was then that my body and mind surrendered. Whatever he was doing, it was working. And I hated it.
I hated it so much.
I swallowed and glanced at Holland who was very obviously watching us.
“What’s going on here?” she asked, her grin as smug as ever.
“Nothing.”
“Just showing my stepdaughter some love.”
Oh.
I tensed but relaxed the second his thumb brushed against my stomach.
“You know…” Holland said, her expression full of amusement as she waved her hand at us. “This could be a super-hot porn movie. Real stepdad fucks his stepdaughter. Bet that would make millions.”
“Holland.”
Callan chuckled but didn’t respond, and he finally let go of me. “Enjoy your evening, girls.”
He left the kitchen, and I just stared down at the cutting board, unwilling to let Holland see my face after that.
“That was intense. And kinda weird. But mostly hot. And I know you’re extremely uncomfortable right now, so I’m just going to let it go.”
“Thanks,” I muttered.
“But I will bring it up again on Monday.”
I closed my eyes with a pained expression, nodding slowly. There was no going around that. She’d definitely bring it up on Monday.
14
Lana
Holland fell asleep during the second movie, and before I could do the same, I cleaned up all the bowls and plates. As tired as I was, I was never too tired not to clean up, and so I grabbed everything and brought it downstairs.
It was just past midnight, and when I reached the bottom of the stairs, I heard faint voices coming from the filming room. I froze for a second. The lights under the door were on, but I couldn’t make out what was being said or done. They had probably filmed more for the movie, but I was glad I didn’t have to sit and watch. At least not now.
I didn’t want to eavesdrop, so I turned toward the kitchen and started cleaning up everything that was sitting dirty on the counters. It looked like Callan had ordered takeout, because there were empty containers everywhere.
A few minutes later, the voices from the filming room got louder, and I looked over my shoulder to see Callan walk out with Trey and Rocco. They talked in the hallway for a while, then both guys left, and one of the girls I had the pleasure to watch the other night, Madison, walked out to say goodbye.
Kira, the other actress, was the last to come out of the room, and after clinging to Callan and peppering kisses all overhis face, he finally pushed her away and gestured for her to leave as well. Before she did, she glanced toward the kitchen where she met my eyes.
She grimaced, then said something to Callan that clearly didn’t make him happy.
“Time to go,” he told her, pointing to the door. “Come on, shoot’s over for the night.”
