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Scarlett adjusts her position 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 news. Does that mean you’ll be spending time there?”

“Umm… not too much time. I’d be lonely, my family’s 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 hate 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 nose, disgusted by her comment. I’ve heard many women talking about Ash like a sex object and it gets 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 question. Soccer players talk about one thing only… the game.”

I’m well aware of the pang of jealousy that hits me. For all I know, he could be dating someone and all these flirtatious back-and-forths are merely to fill in his time. I scan my brain to find another topic to talk about, quick to change the subject to her latest movie. “I can’t believe you’re filming in Australia next month. I’d love to go visit.”

“I’m excited. We’re filming for three months in Sydney. I need to find me an Aussie husband.” She sighs.

“Oooh... that would be nice.” I smile.

“I love their accents.”

“And the way they call everyone mate.”

“So easy-going,” 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 a few other actors that join us.

After my third round of drinks, my voice becomes louder as we fight to be heard over the music. With a sudden urge to pee, I remove my mic and tell Scarlett I’ll be back.

Somehow, I stumble my way to the bathroom, waiting in line and chatting with a few people.

When I finish, my vision becomes hazy and I forget which way I have to go.

“Jesus, can’t take you anywhere.”

I hear his voice but can’t see him. When I turn around, he’s standing right behind me.

“Oh… there you are Mr. Hussy,” I tease, placing my hands on his chest for support. “Let me guess... you’ve screwed a Playboy Bunny already. Wait... maybe two.”

“You’re drunk.”

“I’m right, right?”