“I was just saying, since you’re in the big leagues now, and you clearly miss having a girlfriend, you should know that some interesting people have popped up in your DMs in the last twenty-four hours.”
Sam rolled his eyes and flopped back onto the bed. He caught the faint hint of Cha-Cha’s perfume as the sheets bounced around him. The way his stomach tightened made him think he should at least entertain Walls’s stupid suggestion. “Like who?”
“Gemma Lopez for one.”
“Try again.”
“What?!” Walls laughed.
“She’s like twelve.”
“She’s twenty-one.”
“No. What else you got?”
“Dru Anastasia.”
Sam sat up. “Hmmm.”
“See?”
“But nah,” Sam said, flopping back down again.
“What’s wrong with her? She’s fine as hell. And she’s working working.Andromedajust got renewed. I love that show.”
“I do too, but nah. She seems intense.” Sam had only run into the young starlet once, but he remembered a brief interaction between her and her mom. It wasn’t cute.
“Tanica Parry.”
Sam had to pause there. “What she say?” Tanica Parry was a gorgeous action star on the rise. She was in the running for aCharlie’s Angelsreboot with Helene. And she was fine as fuck.
“I thought you didn’t care.”
“Listen. I just want to know the facts.”
Walls snorted. “Are you going to call Tanica Parry?”
That made Sam pause, ’cause he knew the answer. “No.”
“You’re still thinking about ol’ girl from last night.”
“I am.” Sam scrubbed a hand over his face again. “I can’t believe I didn’t get her name.”
“If you want to get with her that badly, I’ll ask around.”
“You don’t have to. I’ll ask Helene this week.”
“Imma snoop around anyway. You know I like to snoop.”
“I do.”
“In the meantime, maybe we should reunite you with your Oscar.”
“Oh shit. Yeah.”
“See, I know you’re sprung on this girl. If I were you, I’d have taken that thing to bed with me. It wouldn’t have left my sight.”
Sam knew he should have felt the same way, but he didn’t. He’d posed for pictures kissing his award. Carried it around for photo ops, but as soon as he could he’d tucked it away in his bag. Still he knew he had to get it back because a week or maybe a month from now it would actually hit him that last night hadn’t been a dream or some cruel joke, and he’d actually want to hold the thing. For now, he was still off his game, still out of sorts.