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He cut me off. “I do, however this is simply singing. No one in there but the producer and me. I’ll even bring the tequila if I need to. Do we still have a bet?”
“Mm-hm, we do.” It occurred to me I was actually better off losing given his offer, but my desire to win wouldn’t be swayed. Not to mention, having him come with me on Saturday morning would be hilarious when he discovered what I had in store for him.
“Do you want to go find Jordan? Chances are he won’t come back.”
I lifted an indignant brow. “As if I’m going to chase him. But when he returns, do me a favor and excuse yourself.”
He looked amused up until the point that Jordan Pratt, hot television actor and reputed player, strode back out onto the balcony with drinks in hand, appearing pleased to see I hadn’t left.
“Hey, I brought you champagne, or I can get you something else if you prefer?”
“Thanks. Champagne is great.” I turned toward Colby. “I’ll find you later.” I effectively dismissed him, turning my attention to Jordan.
“Fifteen minutes, Kenz,” Colby warned, moving toward the other side of the balcony to talk to someone.
I noticed he kept me within his line of sight. Did he think I would leave with some stranger from a party? Annoyed with the distraction of him, I turned my attention back to the handsome man in front of me. “So, I hear you’re on a little show called Blood Lines.”
He smiled. “Ah, you looked me up?”
“No, I asked Colby. I’ve been in school, which means I haven’t seen much on television,” I said by way of an explanation.
“It’s cool to have a girl not want to talk to me because of fame.” He winked, making my pulse flutter a little bit.
He spent the next fifteen minutes talking about his show and then launched into a conversation about his upcoming movie, the one he’d been discussing with the director in the other room. Something told me most girls would’ve been giddy to hear all about him during this the entire time, but I found myself wondering if he ever bothered to talk about anything other than himself. He could’ve at least thrown out a question or two for me to answer, but he seemed content not to. Scanning the people milling about on the balcony for Colby, I was relieved when he started walking toward me.
“Sorry, Jordan, looks like time is up, but I’m glad I met you tonight.”
Disbelief was evident in the expression on his handsome, movie-star face. “You’re leaving?”
“Yeah, Colby is my ride and heading toward us as we speak.”
“Okay. Here. I’ll give you my personal number, so you can call me.” He gestured toward his security-type guy, who seemed to appear from nowhere and produced a card with a pen. He then wrote down what I assumed was Jordan’s number.
Oh, boy, was it any wonder I didn’t have a boyfriend when I was instantly annoyed with the action? I made it a cardinal rule never to call a guy the first time, which is why I didn’t end up talking to Officer McHotstuff again. I maintained that if a man was interested enough, he’d want to contact me. Secondly, Jordan couldn’t even jot down his own number? He had ‘people’ for that? Colby didn’t help matters by coming up and smirking at the exchange when the younger man passed the card to me. I don’t know which of them was more shocked when I handed it back.
“Appreciate the gesture, but I’m kind of old-fashioned and think if a guy likes a girl enough, he’ll call her.”
Amusement danced in Jordan’s eyes as he flashed his movie-star smile. “I’m digging that, but one problem: you haven’t given me your number.”
I put a finger to my chin as if contemplating his dilemma. “That’s true, however you’re a resourceful man, Jordan. I mean, you have people who write down your number for you and everything, so I’m sure you can figure out a way to get it.” My eyes flicked toward Colby to drive my point home since they obviously knew one another.
Jordan chuckled and leaned in, giving me a lingering kiss on the cheek. “You’re as intriguing as you are beautiful, Kenzie. You’ll be hearing from me soon.”
