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Interesting. “So you’re not that way now?”
He appeared thrown with the change in subject but then went for shock value. “If I was, I’d have Holli with an I in a closet somewhere right about now.”
“Wow, that’s classy with a Y.”
He winced. “I didn’t say I was proud of it. Only telling you how I used to think when I was Jordan’s age and at one of these parties.”
“Who the hell is he, anyhow?”
He barked in laughter. “You don’t know? Seriously?”
“No clue, but before I go double-booking you with my next date, I figured I’d better find out.”
“There is no way I’m letting you leave with him. And he’s Jordan Pratt. One of the biggest actors on television right now.”
I scrunched my nose up. “What show is he on?”
“It’s a paranormal series on Showtime called Blood Lines.”
I’d heard of it but never seen it. Evidently, I needed to branch out from zombies and medieval times when it came to my cable television choices into vampires. “I thought he seemed nice.”
“I hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but he’s way out of your league.”
“Wow, you’re really bringing your Afor asshole game tonight, aren’t you?”
“It has nothing to do with how you look. Obviously, you’re gorgeous; rather it’s the fact that you don’t have the sort of experience…”
I was trying really hard not to be distracted by the fact that he’d called me gorgeous. “You think I can’t possibly handle my own with a man because he’s a movie star?”
He sighed. “He’s a ‘take you back to his place tonight, but won’t call you tomorrow’ type of guy. And I have no doubt you’re able to flirt and hold your own with college boys, but this guy has more game than any of those other boys combined.”
“So, let’s make a bet.”
There was a competitive gleam in his eyes. “You got it. What’s the wager?”
“He asks for my number.”
He shook his head. “Too easy. Let’s go with if you actually hear from him after tonight.”
“Fine. Deal.”
We shook on it.
“Hm, now what will you do when I win the bet?” he provoked.
My lips twitched. “No need to dwell on that because when you lose you’re coming with me next Saturday morning.”
“To do what, exactly?” His tone was all sorts of skeptical.
“To attend an orgy. It’s the new rage at ten o’clock in the morning. Bang and Brunch I believe they call it.”
He laughed while shaking his head. “You’re a mess.”
“You’re the one insinuating I’m trying to get you naked with your tone. It’s the volunteer gig at the hospital, the one I was telling you about.”
“Okay, but you’re coming with me into a recording studio when you lose.”
My eyes widened with surprise. “What? You know how I am—”
