My eyes flick around. “No, where?” He is an actor who has just recently become a hot property of Tinseltown and he is in about five of the leading movies at the moment.
“What do you make of the Ben comment?” Bridget asks me as we wait for our cocktails ten minutes later.
“That he goes to strip joints with Joshua and is part of this social clique,” I reply flatly.
“Hmm, that’s how I took it too,” she replies.
“Who is the girl talking to Joshua?” Abbie whispers as the waiter hands over our margaritas.
We all turn to see Joshua over near the boys talking to a blonde and my eyes narrow. I swig my drink without tasting it. Fuck. We are now standing over near the bar under a large tree lit up with fairy lights and have moved from our position that Joshua left us in.
Ben walks over to us. “Are you girls ok? Can I get you a drink?”
Bridget narrows her eyes. “I don’t want anything from you Ben,” she snaps.
Abbie smiles into her drink and I wince at Didge. Oh shit, she’s getting all bitchy now.
He glares at her. “Well that’s good because I was only offering drinks,” he snaps. “Anything wasn’t on the table.”
She fakes a smile and Abbie giggles.
“Witty,” she murmurs and I drop my head to hide my smile.
I stand still, watching Joshua as he talks to the girl, and then Cameron and two other girls join them and he says something and the girls all burst into laughter. What’s so fucking funny? Joshua’s eyes keep flicking back to the space where we were as he tries to locate me. Oh I’m watching alright Mr Funny Guy, don’t bother looking for me.
“How often do you guys come to these parties?” Abbie asks Ben.
He shrugs. “We used to come most weekends before we went to Australia.”
“Beeeeennnnny.” A girl with huge boobs and beautiful black long hair calls from across the pool.
He nervously looks her way. “Hey Hen,” he replies and she does an exaggerated wiggle on the spot with her hands above her head. Obviously she is one of his girls and is excited to see him out.
This time it is Bridget who sculls her drink without tasting it. If looks could kill Ben would be dead on the floor.
“I will be over here if you need me,” Ben replies.
“I won’t be needing you Ben,” Bridget snaps angrily.
He glares at her again and we all wither a little under his glare. “Fine,” he snaps.
“Fine,” Bridget replies and he storms off.
“I hate fucking pussy parties,” Bridget whispers angrily as she sculls the last of her margarita.
“Me too,” I whisper into my drink as I keep watching Joshua and his harem. A group of men approach us and start to talk to Abbs and they all introduce each other, but still my eyes don’t leave Joshua. Bridget’s eyes follow mine.
“Stuff this,” Bridget whispers with her eyes on Joshua as Abbie talks to the men. “What’s he doing?”
I narrow my eyes. “Being witty and gorgeous it seems.”
“Oh shit. I hate it when they do that,” she replies flatly.
“What do you reckon they are saying?” I ask.
“Who cares? Look at Joshua looking around for you.”
“Screw him, I’m hiding. Let’s go inside,” I whisper, exasperated.
“Ok.” She grabs my hand and leads me around the other side and into the house where the dancefloor is and we see a low leather lounge in the corner and we slump into it to people watch.
An hour later Didge and I are feeling quite happy with our cocktails in our pole position from the corner and have seen enough action for the xxx channel. We have even seen a tray of cocaine go past. Heidi Mills drops into the chair beside us.
“So, I’m Heidi,” she introduces herself to Bridget.
Bridget fakes a smile. “Hi,” she replies as they shake hands.
“Natasha, I would love to show you around LA and introduce you to some people.” She smiles.
Oh god you are the last person on earth I want to hang around with but it is nice of you to offer. I raise my eyebrows in surprise. “Thanks,” I reply. “I’m really busy at the moment but down the track that would be great.” I smile as I lie through my teeth.
Bridget knowingly squashes my foot with hers and I elbow her discreetly.
Heidi stands. “I’m going to get another drink. Do you guys want one?” she asks. We both shake our heads and she shimmies past us.
“Oh my god, check it out.” Bridget hits me on the leg and I look up to see Cameron sit at the bench on the stool in the next room. A beautiful brunette comes around and walks in-between his legs, with her back facing us. We giggle and take a drink off a passing tray. Bridget’s phone beeps a message.
Where are you bitches?
Oh shit, we forgot about Abbie. We instantly text her our coordinates and continue to watch the Cameron show.
His hand slides up and down her legs as he talks to her and she seemingly giggles on demand. I sit riveted as I watch him. He’s more like Joshua than I care to admit. The girl puts her arms around him and leans in and he kisses her.
Abbie bounces into the seat next to us. “Oh you’re dead meat. Stanton is looking for you.”
I smile into my drink. “Good.”
“What’s Ben doing?” Bridget asks.
“Who fucking cares,” Abbie snaps. “He’s an asshole. Worry about what that other hot guy is doing.”
Bridget frowns. “Who? Carmichael?”
I laugh into my drink. “Carmichael. His name is Carson.”
“Whatever!” Bridget snaps.
Our eyes go back to Cameron as another blonde girl walks up to him and puts her arms around him and the girl who is already between his legs. Cameron’s hand immediately falls to her behind.
“No!” Bridget whispers wide-eyed.
We then watch in shock as Cameron slowly tongue-kisses one girl and then turns and kisses the other.
Abbie giggles. “Go Cam,” she chants.
My eyes meet Bridget’s in horror. We are on another planet in this place. For ten minutes we watch two girls practically dry-hump Cameron on his stool until he finally stands and leads them both out the front door by their hands.
“I guess we know what Cam is doing tonight,” Bridget murmurs.