She doesn’t even look up. “No.”
“You don’t even know what I was going to say.”
“Doesn’t matter. The answer is no.” She takes a sip of her smoothie, and as her lips wrap around the straw, my cock comes to life. Damn, she is hot.
“What if I said I wanted to help you make content?”
She turns to look at me, one eyebrow raised. “What’s in it for me?”
I grin. “Lots and lots of orgasms.”
She laughs, and it’s like music to my ears. “Maybe I don’t want to fuck a walking STI, Levi.”
I clutch my chest dramatically. “Wow, you really know how to hurt a guy.”
“I’m serious,” she says. “How many puck bunnies have you fucked? Or has that just been reserved for Anastasia?”
I piss myself laughing at her words. “Oh my god, Abby, I have never fucked Anastasia.”
“Yeah, right,” she says, rolling her eyes.
“I’m serious,” I insist. “She’s our agent. You can’t fuck where you eat—that’s professional suicide. Plus, Leila would kill me.”
That’s when Landon walks in, and Abby’s demeanor changes. Her eyes dart to him immediately.
“Is it true?” she asks him, because she clearly doesn’t believe me.
“Is what true?” Landon replies warily, moving toward the fridge.
“That you didn’t fuck Anastasia.”
Landon shakes his head. “No, I didn’t.”
There’s a pause, a moment of silence, and then Landon turns to look at her directly. “I’ll do your porn,” he says. “On one condition.”
Abby’s eyes narrow. “What condition?”
“You tell us finally why you ghosted us,” he says, stepping closer to her. “You owe us that much. We want to know what made you disappear like we meant nothing to you.”
Abby’s jaw clenches, and emotions flicker across her face—pain, anger, and a little vulnerability.
“That’s my condition,” Landon says quietly. “You want me to do the content, you tell us the truth, or this conversation is over.”
Abby stares at him for a long moment, biting her lip. She’s weighing her options and trying to figure out if the content is worth flaying open old wounds.
“Fine,” she says, putting her smoothie down on the counter. “We do the content first. Then I’ll tell you.”
Landon nods, satisfied. “Deal.”
“Wait. I should tell you the truth about what content I plan to film.”
Landon’s eyes narrow. “What do you mean?”
Abby bites her lip again. “It’s not just you and me. I have someone I want us to chase,” she pauses. “He is in, but we have to figure out the logistics.”
Landon processes the information slowly. The idea of Abby with another man, possibly while he’s there, clearly doesn’t sit well with him.
“Who?” Landon asks quietly.
