“It’s a lie,” he told Howard Stern at the time. “I will swear on my mother’s life that I never had sex with her.”
Now, in a short story titled Bungalow 89, the Of Mice and Men star recounts his past with the troubled actress, and continues to insist that their relationship never got to the point of sex. In James’ side of the story, Lindsay begged to be let into his hotel room one night, and he let her in under the pretense that they would not sleep together.
“Once upon a time a guy, a Hollywood guy, read some Salinger to a young woman who hadn’t read him before,” he tells of their evening together. “Let’s call this girl Lindsay. She was a Hollywood girl, but a damaged one. I knew that she would like Salinger, because most young women do.”
During their night together, James claims the OWN reality star recalled another story about him refusing to sleep with her at the after party of one of her film premieres.
“I ran my fingers through her hair and thought about this girl sleeping on my chest, our fictional Hollywood girl, Lindsay,” he writes. “What will she do? I hope she gets better. You see, she is famous. She was famous because she was a talented child actress, and now she’s famous because she gets into trouble. She is damaged. For a while, after her high hellion days, she couldn’t get work because she couldn’t get insured. They thought she would run off the sets to party. Her career suffered and she started getting arrested (stealing, DUIS, car accidents, other things). But the arrests, even as they added up, were never going to be an emotional bottom for her, because she got just as much attention from them as she used to get from her film performances.”
In the end, James concludes the story by reiterating what he’d already said: “For nine months, while they fixed my house, I was staying in the bungalows. First in 82, next to the little Buddha in the long, trickling fountain. Lindsay Lohan was staying there too. The Chateau was her home, and the staff were her servants. She got my room key. One night she came in at 3 AM. I woke up on the couch, trying not to look surprised. Instead of f—ing her, I read her a short story about a neglected daughter.”
He concludes by explaining, “Every night Lindsay looked for me, and I hid. Out the window was Hollywood.”