“Sebastian Shaw? Oh, my God.”
My lips twitched. As I spun around, I lowered my sunglasses and flashed a smile at the two women with their mouths open and arms stiff at their sides. The lanyards around their necks told me they were here for a tour.
“Hello, ladies. Would you like a picture?” I strode over to them.
“Would you? Sadie, oh my God. Amy is going to be so mad!” the blonde with the sheer crop top underneath squealed.
I stepped between the two as the brunette on my left stretched her arm out to take a selfie.
“Who’s Amy?” I asked, smiling wide.
“Amy is our best friend. She was supposed to come with us, but her sister went into labor, and she had to head to the hospital. She’s obsessed with you. She has a tattoo that saysSebastian Sayson her lower back,” the blonde who took the photo explained.
“Bummer. Want to really make her mad?”
The girls’ eyes widened, and they nodded.
“You got a pen?”
Two signed shirts later, I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone. “Sorry, ladies, I have to take this.” I left them giggling as I turned and ducked into a sound stage before I could be stopped by any more fans. There’d been no phone call, but it was an easy excuse to get out of talking to people. Just as I was putting it back in my pocket, a text came through from my agent, Anderson.
Anderson: WYA?
I scrunched up my nose at the question. I pushed the call button and brought the phone to my face.
“Hey, sorry. I’ll be there in a few. I got distracted.”
A loud sigh came from the other side of the call. “I’ll order a Red Bull.”
“Blueberry.” I hung up and left the building, grabbing a golf cart to take me to the lot restaurant I was supposed to be at twenty minutes ago. Once there, I ditched the cart and hurried inside, finding Anderson at a table, sipping on a glass of amber liquid. He was a silver-haired man in his fifties. He didn’t tan, bleach his teeth, or participate in any new trend that was running around L.A. His blue eyes were hard but his smile charming. Before he was an agent, he did a lot of security work. Today, like most days out of office, he wore jeans and a tight T-shirt over his muscles. He was a definite upgrade from Heather.
“Sorry about that. I was out late last night. I’m a little hungover,” I admitted, sitting down across from him. The restaurant was brightly lit, with lots of windows that let in natural light, and decorated in green and white. A waiter came over and set a blue energy drink in front of me, along with water. I downed the water and then popped the tab on the ice-cold can.
“I assumed as much,” Anderson said after the waiter left. “What time did you get home last night?”
“I love that you think I went home.” I sipped my Red Bull and tipped it toward him. “It’s hard being the hottest man in horror.” I grinned. A magazine gave me the title earlier this year, and I’d used that line every chance I got.
“Yeah, yeah. Drink up. I have some news for you, and I need you to pay attention.”
The waiter returned with a plate of cheese and crackers. I grabbed a wedge and popped it into my mouth.
“News?”
“I got the script forSimon Says Six.”
I paused, picking up the menu in front of me. “Oh yeah? Dante is directing, ain’t he?”
“He is. The subtitle leaves something to be desired.Simon Says Six: Six Six.” He rolled his eyes. “But, on the better end, the writers came up with some interesting stuff for Ronny McCoy.”
“Anything good?” I asked, feigning disinterest as I scanned the list of lunch items. My stomach rumbled. I tried to remember the last time I’d eaten, but last night was a bit foggy. All I remembered was a pair of soft, tanned—
“Well, your character is an adult now. So, they’re adding adult problems.”
“Adult problems?” I looked over the menu and lifted my sunglasses. “Like what? Bills, doctor appointments?” I laughed. “Is Ronny gonna have to get a desk job?” I reached for my drink and took a sip. I’d already seen the script. I just hadn’t mentioned it to anyone.
“No, he’s going to have sex.”
I choked on the carbonated liquid so hard it came through my nose. I set the can down and reached for a napkin.
