I’d only done it twice, myself. Once it was some male model-and oh my god he was beautiful, but the sex was boring as hell. He loved being worshipped but didn’t want

to do any of the work. Another was a woman, Catherine. She said she had an

“arrangement” with her husband, an open marriage. Well, I knew all about that, didn’t I?

The sex that night had been incredible. I saw her here sometimes, still, and she made it pretty clear I could go home with her again anytime I wanted.

“Look!” Lil was pointing and I followed her finger toward the upper deck.

“Is that-?” I squinted, shading my eyes against the strobe, but I was sure. “Jim Carrey?”

Lil grinned, bobbing her head and bumping me with her hip. I didn’t get as star struck as I used to, when I first came to New York, but it still stunned me when I ran into one. I’d even seen Kate Hudson jogging in Central Park-of course, I only knew her because TMZ was following and snapping pictures. Otherwise, she just would have been another blond woman running in sweats and a baseball cap.

“I gotta pee!” I pointed to my bladder and then toward the bathrooms downstairs.

Lil nodded, following me. We didn’t like to get split up.

“Hey! Lil!” The voice came from behind us and Lil turned. Inwardly, I groaned, knowing the night was pretty much over. He was gorgeous, I’d give her that-but aside from the perfect hair, perfect teeth and perfect body, I didn’t understand what she saw in him.

“Alek!” Her whole face lit up. I bit the inside of my cheek and tried not to roll my eyes. “What are you doing here?”