Free Glam Metal by Anna Daly-McCabe Page B

that. Some guys have all the fun!”
     
    Sam was furious. She passed the paper to Lisa. She gaped at it in astonishment. Then she looked at Sam.
     
    “Who would have said that?” Sam thought immediately of Nick. But she didn’t say anything. With all these photographers around, they could be anywhere. What if they had photographed Jay and her last night in the hot tub? She took out her phone and dialed his number.
     
    “Jay!” She said almost in tears.
     
    “Darlin, miss me already?” He laughed his sexy laugh.
     
    “Jay, we’ re on the front page of the local rag I assume.” He swore. There was a brief silence.
     
    “Sam you stay where you are. I’ m coming babe.” The line went silent.
     
    She looked out onto the sidewalk and there were two guys pacing up and down with cameras slung over their backs. The maître’d would not allow them into the restaurant. Sam groaned.
     
    Half an hour later, Jay ’ s Mercedes pulled up outside and he got out. He wore a wide smile as he strode up the steps of the restaurant and greeted Sam with a kiss on the cheek. The photographers were livid as they saw him sit down and they couldn’t shoot a single photo. Two beat cops strolled up to them and moved them on.
     
    Jay gave a slight wave and a smile as they were moved on. He turned to Sam and asked:
     
    “You OK, Darlin?” His arm was on the back of her chair, he sounded genuinely concerned. She showed him the paper. He looked at it, a smile crossed his face as he put it down and glanced at her. “You get around, don’ t you?” She couldn’t help but laugh.
     
    As they left the restaurant he signed two autographs for a couple of teenage girls. He opened the door for Sam and Lisa and got in the other side.
     
    Back at his house he took her to his den and closed the door. Sam sat down on the extra wide sofa.
     
    “What’ s up Sam? What ’ s changed since last night in the tub Darlin?” She flashed him a look.
     
    “I think you know,” she retorted sharply. “I quote: ‘ A great piece of ass! ’ I think you ’ ll find that that ’ s almost a direct quote.” He swore.
     
    “Did you hear the rest?” He came over to her. She moved slightly. She could smell his aftershave. He always smelled good.
     
    “Wasn’ t that enough to hear. Did I really want to hear you give Nick all the gory details?” He laughed. So she hadn ’ t heard. Her eyes flashed angrily at him.
     
    “Sam, I know you’ re hurting. And it ’ s not cuz of what you heard two guys talk about.” He was almost pleading with her. She looked away as a tear escaped and ran down her face.
     
    “You’ re right. That was Dan on the phone last night.” Her voice was shaky. She told him everything. He held her close.“Thing is, I can ’ t wait to get home and sign the papers and be free of him.”
     
    “Your life in London, it ’ s very good huh?”  She nodded.
     
    “I plan on opening my own gallery.” She looked into his eyes. “I was hoping perhaps Damon would consider moving agents. But I haven’ t discussed it with him yet.” Jay kissed her cheek.
     
    “He’ d be insane not to honey.” Now would be a good time to ask her to stay but as he was about to her phone rang. She answered it.
     
    “Samantha, I really need you back here to sign those damn papers.” The look on her face changed to anger.
     
    “Dan now is not a good time.” She looked over at Jay. His timing was lousy. She sensed Jay wanted to talk. She hung up. She got up and went over to him and touched his face with her hand.
     
    “Jay.” She whispered. “I…I’ ve-” Her phone rang again. He took it from her, she nodded.
     
    “She’ ll sign the damn things next week!” He said; his accent strong and forceful.
     
    “Who are you, Where’ s Samantha?”
     
    “Giving me a blow job, asshole!” He hung up. She looked at him incredulously. A gasp escaped from her. “Babe, I’m sorry. But who is that moron?”
     
    “He’s my ex