Page 27 of Ambiguous
Well, he’s notmylawyer.
Then again, Iama rock star. It gives me some degree of license to do whatever the fuck I want.
What I want is him. Since our first interaction in that Century City conference room, the hour or so I’ve spent with Sam has given me more song material than I’ve had in months. And it’s more than creative inspiration.
I just want more of him. I can’t get him out of my brain.
Jules: When I get more done, I’ll text you dates that work. Okay?
Sam: That sounds great.
My mind starts wandering to the kind of menu I’d serve him. Maybe ordering from a local restaurant instead of having my personal chef make something. I don’t know. I just want Sam to like it.
I feel like I’m planning a date—only the date is at my house with a dapper lawyer who’s supposed to be making me do my work.
Sounds normal.
CHAPTER11
Sam
It’s becoming routine for me to get regular texts from Julian, and I like it a lot. Like the ones from last night:
Jules: I’m taking a break for the night, but songwriting is going well
Sam: Excellent! I love hearing that. What are you going to do for a break? Go the gym? Get a massage?
Jules: Probably stay in my bedroom in my underwear while eating crisps and going down a YouTube rabbit hole of some topic I didn’t know I was interested in
Jules: After I exhaust the TikTok offerings
Sam: At least you’re honest.
Jules: Don’t tell me you’ve never fallen in there only to emerge an hour later not sure why you’re watching a group of children playing Ozzy Osbourne on percussion
Sam: I LOVE that video. It’s one of my comfort videos.
Jules: Me too, actually
Jules: What else is a comfort video
Sam: The trailer for season three of Skam. The original Norwegian television show, not the remakes.
Jules: Hold, please
Jules: Holy shit. That’s the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen
Sam: I know, right? If the day is rough, it never ceases to cheer me up.
His reaction to a bunch of guys in a locker room having a water fight in their underwear makes me pretty sure I understand his sexuality. We chat a while longer, trading our favorite links that have nothing to do with my work or his. And for the next couple of days, whenever I’m particularly irritated with Terrill’s nonsense, I find myself pulling out my phone and scrolling back through a conversation with one of the world’s most recognizable celebrities. A conversation that never fails to make me smile.
Which is all quite difficult to translate into a progress report for my client.
* * *
It’s the weekend, so I’m in a penguin suit, as required, for a family function. The Loughty Chandler Hotel is spectacular, all Belle Epoque grandeur. A landmark that’s hosted royal weddings and heads of state.
It’s huge, but private and discreet. The perfect place to host a fundraiser.
