“Emerson!” Scarlett yells from the top of the stairs. She walks down, wearing nine-inch gold heels looking absolutely stunning in a white jumpsuit. Taking each step slow, she finally hits the bottom level and greets me with a double air kiss before leaning over to Wes and doing the same, careful not to smudge her signature red lipstick.
“I’m glad you guys made it.” She walks us outside, linking her arms between ours. “Drinks are outside, make yourself comfortable, and please excuse the hoard of Playboy bunnies that somehow got invited to the party.”
It wasn’t difficult to find them. You only had to look
at every man and where their eyes were directed to spot them huddled in the corner—fake boobies in tow. Wesley laughs, making some joke about how many blondes does it take to change a light bulb. I wasn’t listening to his answer; my eye moving around the room until I find the only male not staring at them, rather staring at me—Logan.
I want to go talk to him, but Wesley pulls me to the direction of the bar. He orders some drinks then gets distracted talking to some friends of his. Thankfully, Scarlett is beside me and ushers me to the table that sits by the pool.
“Okay, so we want you to talk about what’s been happening in your lives.” Josie lowers the camera, adjusting the lens and zooming in to where we sat. “Scarlett, can you please move a little bit back?”
Scarlett adjusts her seats as per Josie’s direction. Josie turns the camera on while I pretend she’s not there, jumping straight into conversation.
“So, I’ve been offered a deal to expand the fitness line to Europe,” I tell her, proudly.
“Em! That’s great. Does that mean you’ll be spending time there?”
“Umm, not too much time. I’d be lonely, my family is back here.”
“Speaking of family. Ash and Logan are quite something.” She grins.
“Something as in talented?”
“Logan Carrington,” she mouths slowly with a smirk. “Mister Sports Illustrated.”
I don’t know how we got onto this topic so quickly and I hated being filmed while talking about Logan.
“And Ash modeling those sports boxers for Adidas . . . how do you sleep at night?”
“Well,” I say with a mouthful of champagne. “Usually great but maybe not so much tonight since you brought up my brother in underwear.”
“Oh, I get it. But Em . . . your brother is sexy.”
I scrunch my face, disgusted by her comment. I had heard many women talking about Ash like a sex object and it got grosser every time.
“Okay, sorry.” She raises her hand laughing. “And Logan? Is he seeing anyone?”
I shake my head instantly. “I don’t know. You’d have to ask him that. Soccer players talk about one thing only—the game.”
I’m well-aware of the pang of jealousy that hits me. For all I knew, he could be dating someone and all these flirtatious back-and-forths were just to fill in the time. I scan my brain to find another topic to talk about, quick to change the subject onto her latest movie.
“I can’t believe you’re filming in Australia next month. I’d love to go and visit.”
“I’m excited. We’re filming for three months in Sydney. I need to find me an Aussie husband.” She sighs.
“Oh . . . that would be nice.” I smile.
“I love their accents.”
“And the way they call everyone mate.”
“So easygoing,” she says dreamily. “Like ‘hey, there’s a spider, no worries mate.”
“You lost me at spider,” I tell her, with a shake in my voice. “I’ll take my American boy.”
“Your American boy, of course. Wesley Rich.”
Josie stops filming, telling the both of us to relax while she joins Karl for a short break. As soon as she leaves the area, I finally chill with some more champagne and some other actors that join us.