Chapter 25

She had bee-stung lips, piercing green eyes, and nipples that looked like they might cut through the silk barely covering her stunningly fake breasts.

"Movies or TV?" the raven-haired girl said when she walked up to me, fondling a wine glass full of Champagne casually.

"Neither, really," I said. "Finance."

"Oh, a money man, huh?" she said. "Everyone loves money."

"I’m John," I said, extending a hand.

"Natasha," she replied and took my hard in hers, which was warm and had stylishly long, fake nails. "If you’re not on-camera, that’s better. You’re probably less full of yourself. Do you want to blow a couple lines?"

"I have a personal policy of never saying no to that," I said.

"Well, aren’t you fun!" Natasha said.

We waited behind another recent, first-time Oscar nominee to take his turn at the coke tray before Natasha and I each snorted u