Luxe Glamour (The Glamour Series Book 5) by Maggie Marr

the side. She peered at me as though my face were familiar.
    “Oh my God, no way! You’re Tommy, from Holiday High ,” Layla said. 
    Guilty as charged.
    “I loved you.” Layla smiled and her eyelashes fluttered.
    Yes, yes she did. Or she loved the idea of me, or she loved the character I had played, or she loved one or all of the four teeny-bop albums I’d released—each had gone platinum. Or maybe she loved the Broadway musical I’d been in when I was eleven—though I doubted it. From the looks of Layla she hadn’t been in school yet when I was on stage.
    “You were all over my bedroom walls.”
    “You’re Tommy?” Pammy swooned. Her eyes widened. Pammy obviously was getting through life on her looks because there didn’t seem to be much working between her ears.
    “Both of you had teenage fantasies? Right?” Webber turned to Layla and then Pammy. “Right?” He was getting a hard-on just hearing how much Layla and Pammy had loved me when they were barely old enough to know what a sexual fantasy was.
    “Loved.” Layla pulled a long strand of her hair between her finger and her thumb. Her eyes widened and her lips pursed, causing her features to slip from abject admiration to lust. This shift was familiar. I’d been the beneficiary of this shift many, many times. Before I left L.A. I’d bagged countless nameless, faceless ladies based on my former teen heartthrob status.
    “So,” Layla stepped closer. The fabric of her dress brushed against my arm. “Would you like to hear about my fantasies?”
    “I would.” Webber nodded and his eyes flashed from me to Layla. “I’d love to hear about all your fantasies.”
    A smile broke across my face and I shook my head. Webber had no shame. None. He’d capitalize on any opportunity. He knew what he wanted and he absolutely would get it any way he could.
    “ Holiday High was my favorite show!” Pammy said again, as though her brain was on a three-second delay.
    “So that’s who you are.” The cool voice behind me was familiar.
    “Hey, Sophia.” Webber cocked an eyebrow, but kept his arms around Layla and Pammy.
    “Webber, Webber, Webber,” Sophia walked around me and stopped in front of Webber. She looked over Pammy and Layla as if appraising a new piece of furniture. “I see some things never change.”
    “What can I say? I’m a man of predictable tastes. I like what I like.” Webber’s gaze bounced past Sophia. “Your dad with you?”
    Sophia’s smile remained, but her eyes flashed at the mention of Steve. Of course. If she was anything like Amanda or Sterling, she was desperately trying to become a star in her own right, all the while seeking approval from “the great Steve Legend.”
    “He’s on his way over. He had to make a stop first.”
    “I know what that stop is all about,” Webber wiggled his eyebrows and looked at me. “Miss April. Yowza!”
    Sophia sighed. Pammy and Layla openly looked over Sophia and pressed closer to Webber at the same time.
    “You here solo, Sophia?” Webber asked.
    “I’m with Rhett and Tasha.”
    “Rhett’s here? Awesome-sauce.” Webber hugged Layla and Pammy tighter to him. “You ladies want to meet Rhett Legend?”
    “Ooo, yes!” They were practically swooning.
    While I had been their fantasy once upon a time, Rhett was most likely their fantasy now. New always won in L.A. The threesome wandered away from me and Sophia and over toward the house, where a group was slowly gathering. Probably to get a good view of Rhett Legend, the world’s newest, biggest rock star.
    “ Holiday High .” Sophia crossed her arms over her good-looking cleavage. “Wow, that was like a decade ago.”
    “Five years, but it might as well have been a decade. Things change fast.” I sucked on my beer bottle and let my eyes roam over Sophia. She was everything a crazy model should be. High cheekbones, lush long black hair, brown eyes that seemed to devour you, plump lips, giant breasts, tiny waist, and a pretty