It’s set up like the Golden Globes with tables everywhere, though these are rectangular tables instead of round ones. We get to our table, occupied mostly by the Sin Cinema gang, and we’re placed on the front corner near a pathway to the stage. I’m no expert, but I’d say that means the odds are pretty good for James to be making a few trips to the podium tonight. There are guys with cameras everywhere and I feel like Angelina Jolie sitting at the table with my Brad Pitt and turning all kinds of heads. I’m beginning to realize what an A-lister James is in the X-rated world. I’m happy because my seat is right next to Chad, with Alejandro at his other side, and he toasts me when the waiters bring around more champagne. “To your first award show,” he smiles. I clink my glass with his and take a sip, feeling like a princess. This isn’t so bad, right? Maybe my mounting fears were unfounded and this is going to be like some Hollywood soiree.
