"What happened? Why did you get fired?" I swear I almost threw up as I asked him those questions. My heart started beating erratically in my chest at the possibilities as to what could have gotten him fired. I wanted to know but I didn't. I didn't think I could handle him blurting out that he got fired for reasons I couldn't come up with. What could a guy get fired for in porn? Putting it in a girl's butt instead of her vag? Or maybe blowing his load too quickly? That lost thought made me gag.

"One of the directors told me I wasn't fit to perform," he answered steadily.

I choked. Fit to perform? I steeled myself ready to reassure him with words that could potentially create an awkward situation for us, but I had hopes that our friendship was solid enough to withstand my horny nature. After all, isn't that what friends do? Pick you up when you're down and help you kick the person's ass who got you there? "Tristan, you are probably—," I sighed at my words, debating whether or not to continue on my train of thought before giving up. "No, you are the hottest guy I've ever seen in my life. How could they tell you that you weren't fit enough to perform?"

I don't know what I was expecting him to respond with but it definitely wasn't the loudest over the phone laugh in existence.

"Kat," he gasped for air. "I couldn't get hard," he laughed even louder. "It wasn't that they thought I wasn't attractive enough, but thank you. You just made my day," he cackled obnoxiously.

"Oh," was the only thing I managed to spit out. My entire body flushed fire engine red at my stupidity. Oh my God. Of course that's what he meant. I needed to kick myself in the ass after that. I wanted to ask him why he couldn't do his job but his laughs were too distracting.

Tristan laughed for a minute longer before controlling himself. "You really think I'm the hottest guy you've ever seen?" he had the nerve to ask.

I groaned and slapped myself on the forehead with my palm. "Shut up."

"Goldie," he said in that velvet voice that could seduce every woman on the planet. "Just tell me."

"Maybe," I mumbled out before thinking of a better response to get him to shut up. "Andrew Wood is a close tie. You win because you have better abs." Tristan was a lot more attractive than Andrew Wood, I knew this with every fiber of my being but still. He didn't need to know that.

This time it was Tristan's turn to groan. "I think you're full of shit."

I couldn't help but laugh at his frustration. "That's the difference between you and me. I know you're full of shit and you just think I am."

"Uh huh," he muttered, but I could hear the amusement in his voice. "I'm coming home tonight, want me to come pick you up after I get Yoda?"

"Sure, I guess it would be nice to see you," I teased him.

We made plans for him to come get me after he asked me twice more to please confirm whether or not I really believed he was that attractive. Jackass. I got up, showered, and spent the rest of the day hanging out with Matlock on the couch before going grocery shopping. A little after seven, I heard the lock on my door turn and froze. With my heart beating rapidly in my chest, I grabbed the dirty steak knife I had on my plate from lunch earlier and stood up, holding the handle securely in my hand and ready to do something to the intruder. I jumped over the armrest of the couch and gripped the knife tighter.

"Kat?" Tristan's voice called out from the doorway.

"Damn it, Tristan!" I screamed in frustration, grabbing at my chest as if the gesture could steady the thundering rhythm of my heart.

The beautiful brown hair of my annoyingly perfect friend appeared around the corner of the walkway. He was smiling bigger than I'd ever seen in the past before he frowned, looking from my face down my frame until his eyes landed on the hand that held the knife. "Jesus! Were you planning on stabbing me?" he asked, throwing his hands up in surrender.