“No problem,” Declan said and dashed away.
The moment they were alone, Ethan Doyle’s arm fell from around her waist.
“Wh—what was that about?” Holly whispered in case Declan was close and could overhear their conversation.
“He’s an arsehole and needed to be put in his place.”
Right, this was all an act for Declan’s sake. Of course, it wasn’t for any other reason. For a moment, she’d gotten caught up in the kiss she’d forgotten where they were. “Thank you.” He’d helped her out more than once today. Maybe it runs in the family. First Nancy now Ethan Doyle.
“You’re welcome.” Their eyes connected and she froze on the spot at the intensity of his stare.
“I have your stuf,” Declan’s voice rudely interrupted the moment.
Holly reluctantly stepped away, shocked that she’d gotten so caught up in the kiss.
Declan stood in the doorway holding her luggage. The slutty nun, now dressed in one of Declan’s t-shirts, stood behind him twirling her long blonde locks in her fingers and giving Ethan Doyle come-sex-me-up eyes. Back off, sister. Ethan Doyle is mine! It was only pretend but boy did it feel awesome to shove the actor in their faces.
“Umm, before you go, can I get a selfie with you?” Declan held out a mobile phone.
“No.”
Declan’s smile dropped.
Holly grappled with her luggage in one hand and clasped Ethan Doyle’s hand in the other. “Sorry, we’re busy. I’m off to have sex withEthan Doylenow.” With her head held high, she left star struck Declan and the slutty nun in her dust.
* * *
What the hell had he been thinking? After stowing Holly’s luggage in the car’s boot, they were back on the road. Wanting to help her out turned into wanting to get her to his bed. And fast. Why did he have to stop when he saw her at the bus shelter? He wouldn’t be so wound-up tight needing to get his hands on her, taste her lips on his tongue again if he’d only driven away.
“Thanks again for helping me out with Declan,” Holly said breaking the awkward silence that filled the car.
“No problem,” he said with a clipped tone.
“The kiss… was the perfect touch.” Did her voice sound a little shaky? “He never would’ve believed me.”
“Now he does.”
“Yes, he does.” She fiddled with the hem of her skirt. He inwardly groaned at the sight of her bare legs and flicked his gaze back on the road.
“By the expression on Declan’s face, it must’ve looked believable,” she said with no clue where his thoughts had drifted to.
“It’s my job, I know what I’m doing.” And he had to put his acting skills to the test now or she’d see right through him and know exactly how turned on he was by a simple kiss.
“Ethan Doyle, you deserve an Oscar for your performance.” She smiled.
“Why do you do that?”
She glanced at him. “Do what?”
“Call me Ethan Doyle.”
“That’s your name… or is it a stage name and I should call you something else?”
“No, it’s my name. You sayEthan Doylelike it’s my first name.”
Pink colour stained her cheeks. “Sorry, it’s because… well… you’re famous. It’s how everyone says a celebrity’s name. You know, like Hugh Jackman, Ryan Gosling, Brad Pitt. Don’t you do the same?”
“They’re my friends, why would I?”
