Bet Me Something (Something Series Book 3) by Aubrey Bondurant Page A

between it and modeling, there’d be a clear
verdict, which at the moment was the bit of powdered heaven I was chasing with
milk.
    He shrugged.
“Sometimes. There are exceptions, but I try to keep it all professional.”
    “No one special,
then?” It was hard to believe the gorgeous man sitting across from me didn’t
have a love interest.
    He shook his
head. “I’m not in a position currently where I can have anyone serious in my
life. Lots of travel and work, but that’s only for a couple more years.”
    “Then what?” I
couldn’t help licking the sugar off my fingers from the doughnut, which made
him laugh.
    “Truthfully, I
don’t know, but I’d love to work with people, especially kids. Maybe become a
counselor or advisor. What about you? Where does McKenzie, Kenzie, Kenz see
herself a couple of years from now?”
    It was my turn
to shrug, noting that for the first time in my life I didn’t give the automatic
answer of ‘go to business school.’ Instead I gave him the abbreviated version
of my internship opportunity and being pressured to move back home.
    “Sounds like
music is your passion.”
    I smiled. “It
really is. Although it may not be something I could ever make a living doing.”
    He looked
thoughtful. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but maybe shaking things up a bit
and not being on your parents’ path isn’t such a bad thing, whether or not you
choose music. In my case, I didn’t start to think about my future until I’d
traveled away from home and started relying on myself. The world is a large
place, but people sometimes get wrapped up in their own version and forget
that.”
    I nodded,
thinking that’s exactly what had happened. I’d been on my parent’s road so
long, I didn’t know how to make my own. “Thanks for that. You’re right. Damn. I
hadn’t meant to make this a therapy session, future counselor Will.”
    His eyes twinkled.
“You haven’t, and if you want to talk about Colby, I won’t charge you.”
    Oh, boy. “Why
not? Clearly, me sitting across from a handsome, amazing guy and not flirting
with him is a sure sign I’m hopeless.”
    He smiled. “That
was kind of flirty, and for the record, I think you’re awesome. It’s kind of
funny, though, that I seem to have an affinity for meeting cool girls who also
happen to be hung up already on one of the Singer brothers.”
    “Oh, you’re
referring to Haylee?” Josh’s wife had modelled with Will, which is how they’d
originally met and become friends.
     “Yeah, when I
first met her, I could tell she had it bad for someone else. Then Josh came to
a model shoot and made it quite obvious to any casual observer that he felt the
same even if he wasn’t admitting it yet. If Colby is anything like his brother,
he’ll be thickheaded when it comes to recognizing what’s right in front of him.
My advice for you is to stop trying to be seductive and keeping track of your
failures. Because you know what’s sexiest about you?”
    “I’m guessing
it’s not the fact that I’ve polished off over half of those doughnut holes
unapologetically after eating three slices of pizza?”
    He shook his
head, grinning. “Actually, I think that’s impressive. But in general, it’s you
being you. No pretense, no effort, simply pure, unfiltered Kenzie. First she’s
sassy and then she’s sweet.”
    My eyes rolled.
“I’m pretty sure you’ve just described fucking sour patch kid candy.”
    He laughed until
he couldn’t breathe and then finally got out. “See? Sexy as hell.”
    I grinned. “Oh,
yeah, is it my self-deprecation or sarcasm that does it for you?”
    “All of the
above, and I guarantee it does it for a lot of guys. I’d be willing to bet you
have some text messages or missed calls by now from at least one.”
    I pulled out my
phone and as Will predicted, I had five text messages. All from Colby. The
first couple were about logistics regarding the doorman letting me into the
building in case I didn’t want