“But—” She sighed dramatically and placed her hands on his naked chest. “Why don’t we go back inside and have some more fun? I hate sharing you.”
For a split second, it looked like Callan would give in. But his expression hardened, and he lowered her hands from his chest. “It’s late. I have some things to do tomorrow before we continue shooting. You should get some rest, too.”
Kira pouted. “Karlee said you fucked her all night last weekend. I want that too.”
Gosh, was she needy. I didn’t blame her though. If I were so obsessed with sex, I probably would’ve acted the same. Although…no, I wouldn’t have.
I scrunched my nose at the thought of me being a porn actress. I wasn’t appalled by it because of what that job entailed. I was just hyper-aware of who I was and how bad I would be at something so vulnerable and intimate I would be.
“Not this time,” Callan told her, and Kira finally gave in. She sighed one more time, then gave me a sharp glare before leaving the house.
I turned around to get back to cleaning up when Callan came into the kitchen.
“Sorry you had to hear that,” he said, surprising me.
I looked at him for a second and smiled tightly. “No worries. I’ve heard worse.”
“I bet. Sorry about that, too.”
I didn’t reply this time and kept putting the plates into the dishwasher.
“You don’t have to do all that. Francine is coming back tomorrow.”
I hadn’t even noticed Francine had been gone, but I wasn’t leaving anything sitting around when I was perfectly capable of cleaning it up myself. “It’s fine. I’m almost done.”
“You’re stubborn.”
A dry laugh escaped me. “Apparently.”
“What, you don’t think so?”
I turned to face him. “No, no. I know I’m stubborn. I hear it all the time.”
“But you don’t think it’s a bad character trait.”
“No.”
“Fair enough.”
“You think it is a bad trait?” I asked back. Not that I cared about his opinion. But this conversation was going fine, and I didn’t feel like staying quiet.
He shrugged. “Not necessarily. In your case…it shows your strength and determination.”
I stared at him for a moment, unsure what to say. “Thanks.”
He gave a quick nod, then looked around the kitchen before asking, “Where’s your friend?”
“Upstairs, sleeping.”
“What’s her name?”
“Holland.”
He took a step closer and grabbed a glass from the cupboard, then filled it with water from the tap. “She’s got a strong character too.”
I smiled and nodded to agree with him. “Yeah, she’s great.”
He drank his water and leaned back against the counter again. His eyes were on me the whole time he drank, and when he lowered his glass, he asked, “You haven’t changed your mind about the essay, right?”
