Insatiable (10 page)

2:00
P.M
. EST, Wednesday, April 14
ABN Building
520 Madison Avenue
New York, New York

I
already know.” Cheryl’s lower lip began to tremble. Just a little. “Shoshona told me last night.”

“Don’t cry,” Meena said, plunging her hand into a nearby box of tissues and then passing a wad of them to
Insatiable
’s leading lady. “Seriously. You know how your makeup runs when you cry. And we’re in high def now.”

“It’s fine,” Cheryl said. But she took the tissues and dabbed at her eyes just the same. “They can spray it back on. I just can’t believe after all these years, they’re selling out by going with a
vampire
. For
Taylor
.”

“It came down from the network,” Meena said. Although she didn’t know why she was defending Shoshona. “CDI wants it. I’m sure there’s some kind of new tie-in product they want to market….”

“That just makes it worse,” Cheryl said with a sob.

“Look, don’t tell anyone,” Meena said, trying to sound encouraging. “But I think I’ve thought of something for you. Something fantastic.”

She just wasn’t willing to say it out loud. Not yet. She didn’t know why, exactly.

Well, all right, she did know why: the network was going to hate it.

And okay…maybe Leisha’s reaction over the phone when Meena
had called her earlier in the day to tell her what had happened outside St. George’s had shaken her confidence a little.

“Bats?” Leisha had echoed.

“Yes,” Meena had said emphatically. “Bats.”

“In front of St. George’s Cathedral,” Leisha had said, as if requesting confirmation. “And this random guy just threw himself over you to protect you from them?”

“And Jack Bauer,” Meena had said, reminding her.

Leisha ignored her. “And he didn’t get a scratch on him, even though all of these bats attacked his face?”

“Yes,” Meena had said. “And then he walked me back to my building.
Even though I never told him where I lived.
It was like he just knew.”

“Okay, look,” Leisha had said. The sound of hair dryers blowing in the background was loud, as usual. “There’s a totally rational explanation for the whole thing: You took the sleeping pill, even though you don’t think you did. And then you took the dog for a walk. And you had a waking nightmare.”

“Except I didn’t take the sleeping pill.” Meena had insisted. “Leisha, I took it when I got home. I had to; I was shaking so badly from everything that happened. How else do you think I got to sleep after something like that? I was a wreck.”

“Well,” Leisha said, “there’s no other explanation. Because none of what you’re describing could have happened. Huge flocks of bats—or whatever it’s called when it’s bats and not birds—do not just go swooping down out of nowhere, attacking people in Manhattan. And how could he possibly have known where you lived—and your name, which you also said he knew—even though you didn’t tell him? There’s no such thing as mind readers, Meena. Except Sookie Stackhouse, and she’s made up. All you can do is tell how people are going to die, which isn’t nearly as useful or cool. You took the pill before you went out and just don’t remember, and then dreamed the whole thing. You’re working on a story line about vampires, remember? It’s natural you’d dream about bats. Vampires, bats. I’m surprised the guy you dreamed up wasn’t wearing a big black cape or sparkling or something.”

“He was in Burberry,” Meena said, knitting her brow. “But he defi
nitely didn’t sparkle. He was very polite, though. And strong. He kept his arm around my shoulders the whole way home. It’s the only reason I didn’t fall down. He was so in control.”

Thinking about how strong and in control Lucien had been brought back feelings of warmth, even when Meena remembered it in the daytime. Except for one thing.

“But Jack Bauer hated him. Why would I dream that?”

“God, I’m just glad you’re all right,” Leisha had said, sounding concerned. “Whatever happened last night. You shouldn’t be out so late, even with Jack Bauer. What if the guy hadn’t been so polite or such a gentleman? Did you tell Jon about it?”

Meena had frowned as she’d sipped her morning soda. “No. I mean…sort of. I told him I saw some bats outside the church. That’s all.”

“You didn’t tell him because the guy was hot.” It was a statement.

“No! Leisha, come on. I barely talked to him.” She didn’t mention the feelings of warmth she got when she thought about how strong and in control he’d been.

“What? You’re mumbling! Over some guy you met in a
dream
! I can’t believe it. You
like
him.”

“If it was a dream,” Meena had said defensively, “parts of it were really vivid. And why shouldn’t I like him? He saved my life. And Jack Bauer’s,” she’d added hastily.

Leisha had said, “I knew all this crazy soap opera writing would catch up with you someday, and now it has.
Meena, you’re in love with a guy your subconscious made up for you.
A superman who saves you from bat attacks. God, it’s so obvious. He saved you from having to write about vampires, which you hate! Especially now, with Shoshona being your new boss.”

Meena had gotten up to throw her soda can away. She’d paused as she was about to toss it over the lip of her office recycling can.

“Well,” she’d said, “I guess I never thought of it that way. But…now that you mention it, the bats
could
represent my deep and abiding loathing for vampires.”

“Right,” Leisha had said. “Of course. Doesn’t that make more sense than any of it actually having happened?”

“Maybe,” Meena had said. “But then how do you explain the knees of my pajamas? They were filthy when I got up this morning. Obviously I was on the ground at some point….”

“You really did go out to walk Jack Bauer, and you knelt down to scoop up some of his poop?” Leisha had suggested. “And don’t remember it?”

Meena had made a face. “You really know how to kill the romance in a story, don’t you?” she’d said.

“That’s what best friends are for, sweetie,” Leisha’d said. “It’s a dirty job, but somebody has to do it.”

But now, sitting in Cheryl’s dressing room, Meena wondered….

Had
it all been a dream? Her subconscious working out her frustration over having to write about something she hated, like Leisha said?

And if it was…well, why not let it work to her advantage?

“Look,” Meena said. She glanced around the veteran actress’s luxurious dressing room as if she was worried someone might be eavesdropping. But there was only Cheryl’s vast doll collection—all dolls from the Madame Alexander Victoria Worthington Stone collection—watching. “Don’t say anything to Shoshona, because I haven’t written anything up yet—but I was thinking of having Victoria meet…well, a prince, actually.”

“A
prince
?” Cheryl was so astonished, she actually stopped crying.

“What kind of prince?”

“A…Romanian one,” Meena said.

The truth was, ever since she’d gotten up that morning—still woozy from her ordeal the night before, even though Leisha was probably right and it had all been a dream brought on by her frustration over having lost out on the head writer job and having taken her sleep medication before, and not after, Jack Bauer’s walk—she hadn’t been able to get Lucien, and his ever so slightly European accent, out of her head.

And okay, so it was possible he
was
a figment of her overactive imagination, a manifestation of how she envisioned her creative self (weird that her creative self was a hot guy in a black trench coat, but whatever), who went around saving her from bats, also known as vampiric story lines thought up by Shoshona (who was wearing fishnets today, and they probably weren’t even control-top).

But Meena had felt so secure and protected in his arms. She hadn’t felt that way in so long. It always seemed lately as if the wolves—or bats—were bearing down on her. If it wasn’t the bills coming due at the end of the month, it was Shoshona, getting all the promotions but doing none of the work at the office.

Meena suspected Cheryl probably felt the same, since she suddenly sighed, gazed at her reflection in her dressing room mirror, then tugged on her décolletage.

“I don’t know, kiddo.” Cheryl looked skeptical. “No offense. But you against the network? I don’t think so. They let Gregory Bane kill off Beverly Rivington from
Lust
the other day. Twenty-five years she’d been on that show, and they had some scrawny kid with a funny haircut suck all the blood out of her. If that’s not an analogy for the way my career is going, I don’t know what is.”

“I know,” Meena said. She’d been hoping Cheryl hadn’t heard about Beverly. But that was ridiculous in a business like this, where everyone carried an iPhone and was connected to E! Online twenty-four/seven. “But I’m not going to let that happen to you.”

“Oh, really?” Cheryl raised an eyebrow. “How?”

“I’m going to write in a Romanian prince vampire slayer for Victoria to hire to kill off her daughter’s vampire boyfriend,” Meena said dramatically.

Meena knew she was treading on thin ice. Introducing a new character solely to kill off Shoshona’s character? The vampire who was supposed to save
Insatiable
from the beating they were taking in the ratings from
Lust
? The vampire the
network
wanted?

Was she insane?

Except that she had never felt more sane in her life.

Cheryl evidently didn’t agree.

“It’s your funeral, hon,” she said dubiously.

“It spells Daytime Emmy to me,” Meena said.

Cheryl looked modest. “Oh, sweetheart. From your lips to the Emmy voters’ ears. Well.” She gave her highly stylized hair a pat. “I guess I better go out there and suck face with that priest.”

Meena followed Cheryl out into the hallway. But instead of heading for the studio, she turned to go back upstairs to her own office. She
needed to get started writing about Lucien, the Romanian prince who was going to kill off Shoshona’s vampire, right away. Who knew almost being killed by a lot of bats could be so creatively inspirational?

But it wasn’t, she knew, the bats that had gotten her creative juices flowing; it was Lucien’s warm brown eyes….

Maybe while she was at it, she thought, she should write a Craigslist Missed Connections ad. How else was she ever going to see Lucien again?

It was as she was trying to figure out how she’d describe those warm brown eyes in her ad that she almost smacked into Taylor, coming out of the elevator in full costume and makeup for a scene she was shooting in the riding stables with her character’s current love interest, Romero, her riding instructor.

“Oh my God, Meena!” Taylor cried, flinging both her arms around Meena. “Thank you so much!”

Meena, feeling a little strangled, hugged Taylor back. “Of course. Any time.”
Thank you for what?

“You just don’t know,” Taylor said, finally releasing her and peering down at her with tears brimming her wide blue eyes, “how much it means to me to snag this fantastic story line. I’ve just been so jealous of Mallory Piers on
Lust
for getting all this press for those scenes she’s been doing with Gregory Bane. And now I’m getting a vampire of my very own!”

“Oh,” Meena said. “That. Yeah.” Meena ran a hand through her short hair distractedly. She couldn’t help but feel a little guilty about the fact that she’d just been heading upstairs with the intent of killing off Taylor’s new love interest. “Well, that was more the network’s idea. CDI’s, actually…”

“I know,” Taylor said. “Shoshona already stopped by and told me.”

I bet she did,
Meena thought. Shoshona seemed to have been all over the building, flapping her mouth.

“I think it’s so great that the two of you are working together to put some young blood back into
Insatiable,
” Taylor said, reaching out to squeeze Meena’s hands.

“No problem,” she said to Taylor. She didn’t think now would be a good time to point out that she was planning on writing a romantic lead for Cheryl who was going to put a stake through the heart of Taylor’s new on-screen boyfriend.

“Thanks again,” Taylor said. “And thanks, too, for all the deli sandwiches you keep dropping by my dressing room. But you know, they really aren’t part of my new diet. Let’s do sashimi sometime!”

She ran off, her thighs so slim they looked like they belonged on a gazelle. Meena got into the elevator with a hint of a scowl on her face, only to find Shoshona already in the car.

Great.

“Hello, Meena,” Shoshona said with a kittenish smile.

“Hello, Shoshona.” Meena couldn’t help noticing that Shoshona was carrying her Marc Jacobs dragon tote. Up close, Meena could see it had the perfect detachable messenger-bag strap, too, so no matter how much junk you stuffed into it, it wouldn’t cut into your shoulder. “Going up?”

“Of course,” Shoshona said. “Looking forward to meeting our new Maximillian Cabrera on Friday?”

“Who’s Maximillian Cabrera?” Meena asked, bewildered.

“Taylor’s vampire lover,” Shoshona said, rolling her eyes as if Meena were stupid for not knowing. Except that Meena hadn’t seen the breakdowns for the vampire story line. How could she, since in her usual fashion Shoshona hadn’t even given them to Paul to write? “Stefan’s coming in to read for the part on Friday. You were there when I told Sy about it. Remember?”

Meena, annoyed, kept her gaze on the numbers above their heads as they lit up. “Oh,” she said. “Right.”

“And Stefan told me that Gregory himself might come with him,” Shoshona added.

“Oh, goody,” Meena said. Maybe she
would
bring Jon to work with her on Friday. He couldn’t do worse at the audition than some friend of Gregory Bane’s.

And God knew Jon was better looking. Not that Meena would ever have admitted this in front of Jon.

“I’m really glad you’ve decided to be a team player about this, Meena,” Shoshona said. “You scratch my back, and maybe someday, I’ll scratch yours.”

I bet you will,
Meena thought cynically.