Free Gimme an O! by Kayla Perrin

to me he’s the kind of guy who dabbles in a bit of everything. It wouldn’t hurt to call.”
    Zack Mulroney. He was sleazy, that was obvious. Ambitious—certainly. He was…
    Ginger leapt onto Bo, pinning him on the bed with her legs astride him. “Bo, you are the smartest !”
    “Really?” He eyed her suspiciously.
    “Really. You’re right. That guy’ll see dollar signs and do exactly what I need him to do. Boo, I love you so much.”
    Ginger smothered his mouth with a kiss. Suddenly, her headache was gone.
     
    Anthony spent the next two days on edge. Waiting for word from his lawyer was driving him nuts. He had been keeping a low profile, fielding calls from reporters about the incident on the Tonight Show. The way these people were keeping after him, it was obvious they needed to get a life.
    Low profile or not, he had gone to Cal State each day for a run and to throw the football. Kahari Brown, his best friend off the field and key receiver on the field, always went with him. But even Kahari had noticed his slump over the past two days.
    “Dawg, maybe you need to rest your arm,” he’d said after Anthony had nearly taken off a female jogger’s head. Today, he had skipped the ball throwing and stuck to racing Kahari around the track.
    Anthony was a runner—he had first toyed with the idea of a career in track before making the move to football—but Kahari had beat him by a country mile when Anthony tripped over his own feet and landed on a knee. His ego was hurt more than anything else, but he had been walking with a slight limp ever since.
    He simply didn’t feel like himself.
    He was preoccupied with thoughts of Ginger, yes, but the moment when he’d stumbled over his feet, he’d actually been thinking about Dr. Lecia Calhoun. A dozen times he had contemplated making a few inquiries about where he could reach her. A dozen times he had decided against it.
    Calling her would be a bad idea. In the clip they kept replaying from the Tonight Show , she looked afraid of him. Could she actually have believed he was going to hurt her? And if she did, who knew how she would react if she heard him on the other end of her line? Yet that was exactly why he wanted to reach out to her. Maybe it was a moot point, but he wanted her to know that she had no need to fear him. Not then, not ever.
    Now, back at the hotel, he wondered what harm there would be to try and get through to Dr. Love. Freshly showered, he was sitting on the sofa, wearing a plush terry-cloth robe. He had his right leg extended and resting on the coffee table, a bag of ice plopped on his injured knee.
    He glanced at the phone. All he had to do was pick it up and call Ben. His agent would be able to track the sex doctor down.
    “Forget the doctor,” he said aloud. “All you’re trying to do is pass the time, waiting on Keith to call with some word about Ginger.”
    But he found himself reaching for the receiver. And before he knew it, he was dialing Ben’s number.
    Ben’s voice mail came on. “Ben, it’s T. I need you to do me a favor. Find out how I can get in touch with Dr. Love. A phone number to her office would be great, or even the office address. Get back to me.”
    Screw the right thing. He wanted to talk to Dr. Love, and soon.
     
    Ginger blew her nose into the soggy tissue, then began sobbing loudly once again.
    Zack Mulroney passed her another Kleenex. Ginger paused to look up at him through her tears. “Thank you,” she said. “So, will you take my case?”
    “Of course,” Zack told her, gently patting her back.
    Thank God for her acting experience, she thought. Though she had a feeling Zack wasn’t as hard-nosed as her old lawyer and would have been willing to take her case with a lot less tears. There was something to be said for B-list lawyers. Or C-, or D-list. Whatever Zack was. Just like there was something to be said for B-list actors. They tried harder, were hungrier for that big break.
    Thinking of B-list actors made