Good.
“Same. Let’s not talk about our dead parents, though. The Hollywood gossip circles have done enough to both of them.”
“Fair enough.” I smiled tightly and made a mental note to look into the cause of death—and why I hadn’t heard about it. “So,Simon Says, we’re second gen. Welcome to the club.” We raised our glasses, letting them clink, and then we drank. I was a bit stiff in my movements, and I didn’t reply when he said welcome. Instead, I toasted to something else silently.
Thanks to whatever or whoever did Michael Thornton in.
“It’s an honor to be here.” I lied. I wouldn’t be here at all if it weren’t for his father and his friends.
“So, tell me about yourself, Evie Reyes.”
I eyed him suspiciously for a careful moment and then started in. Over the next hour, I told him about my career as a social media influencer, and soon, after a third cocktail, I’d completely forgotten why I’d come down from my room. I was having a good time with Glenn.
Even if his dad had been one of my mortal enemies.
He was flirty but polite. He teased me, leaning in intimately, but never once did his hand move to my thigh. It was a pleasant surprise. Had I met the only gentleman in Hollywood?
A few hours later, our good evening was interrupted by a squealing voice.
“Evie!”
Glenn and I turned to see Skye and Sebastian returning from their date. Skye ran toward us, but Sebastian stayed back, hands deep in his black suit jacket, scowling. He’d styled his hair back with gel. My breathing hitched slightly at the sight of him.
“Seb—come here!” Skye called, throwing her arms around me. “You look like you’re feeling better.” She giggled and called to Sebastian again.
Reluctantly, he sauntered over, maintaining the scowl on his face.
“Hey, Sebastian,” Glenn greeted warmly. “Glenn. I’m a producer forSimon Says Six.”
“Six Six,” Sebastian and I shot back at the same time. We made eye contact, and the corner of his mouth twitched. I laughed, but stopped when I realized I was the only one who thought it funny. Glenn held out his hand, but Sebastian didn’t shake it, leaving Glenn to falter and stuff his hand back into his pocket.
“Let’s go sit at a booth.” Skye grabbed Sebastian by the arm and pulled him to a table.
Glenn picked up our drinks off the bar.
“You want to?” he asked.
No. Not with how Sebastian was scowling at us. However, Glenn was already halfway across the room, and Skye had already sat down and was waving her arm in the air.
“Sure, I guess,” I muttered to myself as I hopped off my stool and joined the party.
Skye and Sebastian took one side of the booth, while Glenn and I sat across from them.
“What were you guys meeting about?” Sebastian asked as soon as we sat down. His tone was sharp and carried an air of authority. “Discussing the movie?”
Glenn and I exchanged a look at the cold, almost accusatory question. Why did he care?
“Not at all, actually. Glenn saw me drinking by myself and decided to be friendly,” I shot back.
“You look more than just friendly,” Sebastian said. “Like we caught you on a date.”
“We only just met today, actually.” What was he doing? I stared at Sebastian, trying to communicate silently. I scanned my memory for a movie line that could convey what I needed, but I was a tad too tipsy to focus.
“So did we.” Skye leaned her head against Sebastian’s shoulder. “We had an amazing dinner. Sebastian took me to Tantalus. Have you been?”
“I love that place,” Glenn said.
“I’ve never been,” I said.
