I tried to focus on the scene again, but I couldn’t. Every time I blinked, my eyes found her again. Sitting there, calm and silent, while observing me. I noticed Rocco’s face turning more amused.
“Cal, man,” he said, interrupting the shoot. “Eyes on the girls. Can’t have you look off-set during this scene.”
I hated that he was right. But the truth was that I’d rather have Lana on this bed with me instead of the girls. I moved off the bed and rubbed my cock. “Take ten.”
“Jesus, Buster, again?” Madison complained. “What’s wrong with you lately?”
“Just take ten,” I repeated, firmer this time.
They rolled their eyes and moved off the bed, and I stepped behind the camera to stand in front of Lana. “Can I have a word?”
She looked me up and down, with her eyes lingering on my cock for a little too long before she looked back up and nodded. “Sure.”
I grabbed my sweatpants and quickly put them on before following her outside. When the door clicked behind me, I grabbed her hand and pulled her into the living room, making her stand between the wall and me. “What are you doing?”
She looked up at me with the tiniest smile tugging at her lips. Shrugging, she said, “Sitting on set and taking notes for the essay.”
I narrowed my eyes at her. “Don’t bullshit me, Lana.”
“What? I thought that’s what you wanted me to do.” She tilted her head to the side, looking all innocent now.
My jaw clenched. “So you changed your mind?”
“I didn’t change my mind. I just thought long and hard about everything and decided that I want to finish what I’ve started. Just like you said I should.”
Eyeing her carefully, I tried to read her expression. She was teasing me, yet the words she spoke were serious.
“Besides,” she continued, her lips pursing for a moment. “You need me on that set. Otherwise you’ll never finish that movie.”
The truth caught me off guard, and there was no reason for me to deny it. She knew it, and I knew it. Hell, even Rocco and the girls knew it. “So you’re doing this for me?”
“No.” Her reply came quickly with a shake of her head. “I’m doing it for me in the first place.”
“Why? What do you gain from it?”
She shrugged again. I knew she had an answer ready, but she wouldn’t tell me. Instead, she said, “It’s all part of theessay. The better you perform, the smoother the work behind the camera is done. If you don’t fuck like you’re supposed to, there won’t be a movie. So, for the next few days, I will sit there and take notes, maybe interview you and the guys until I have enough to write my essay.”
For a second, neither of us spoke. The tension between us was thick again, and I didn’t know if I wanted to drag her closer or push her away. Then she inhaled deeply, like she was getting ready to say something difficult.
“Also…” she started, eyes locked on mine. “I think I should become your fluffer.”
It took me a second to process it. “What?”
She said it again, slower this time. “Your fluffer.”
I blinked, certain I’d misheard her. “You even know what that means?”
Her mouth twitched into a confident half-smile. “Holland told me. The person who keeps the performer…ready. Between takes.”
I let out a breath, amused but in disbelief. “Jesus, Lana.”
She tilted her head, unbothered by my reaction. “I’m being serious. You said it yourself: you’re distracted. You can’t even get through a scene without looking at me. Maybe I can help.”
“You’re out of your mind.”
“Maybe,” she said. “But it makes sense. You only get hard when I’m around, right?”
Her words landed hard. She said them so casually, but there was challenge and curiosity in them.
