Page 65 of Would You Rather
“What’s this gala for?” Lucas asks.
“It’s the Starlight’s Dream charity gala. It helps underprivileged children. It will be great publicity having both of you attending for such a good cause.”
“And, of course, to help the children,” Lucas says.
She waves a hand. “That too, of course. It’s at the Celestial Manor Hotel I’ve booked you guys a room, and everything is already set. Just make sure you show up and do what you guys do best.”
A knock hits the door. “Ana, we have an issue over here.” She sighs and walks out of the room.
When the door closes, it’s just Lucas and I in the room. “Congrats,” he says with a smile as he sits beside me on the couch.
“Don’t jinx it,” I tell him. “Nothing has happened yet.”
“But it will,” he says, sounding hopeful, more hopeful than even I am. It’s Monica Harrington. The woman is a genius. “I see how talented you are, Mads.” There he goes with that nickname again. It doesn’t ease my stomach. It makes it flutter even more.What the hell is that?“I just know that when that Monica girl sees your audition, she won’t be able to turn you away. You even fooled me back there.”
I bunch my eyebrows. “I did?”
He nods, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah, I was even starting to believe you actually liked me.”
I roll my eyes teasingly, afraid he’ll see that it wasn’t an act. “Don’t flatter yourself.”
He chuckles. “Too late. After all, don’t you think you owe me a thank you?”
I blink at him. “For what?”
He shrugs. “This whole thing. If I didn’t save your ass in that elevator that day, we wouldn’t be here.”
I shake my head. “In that case, you owemea thank you.”
“For?” he asks with furrowed brows.
I grin. “Saving your ass,” I mock back to him. “If it wasn’t for me, your career would have tanked, isn’t that what you told me?”
He chuckles, shaking his head. “You want to see if that’s true?”
“How?” I ask reluctantly.
“We’ll see who people like more,” he says with a shrug. “We make a little contest. Whoever can get the most likes on a post wins.”
I frown. “That’s not even close to being a fair deal. You’re famous.”
“Hardly.” I glare at him, and he laughs at my expression. “Ok, yeah, so people know me. But you’re getting up there. And after all, they like you, not me, right? So what are you afraid of.”
“I didn’t say that specifically.”
“Semantics,” he says, lifting a shoulder. “What do you say?”
I blow out a breath. “You have an advantage. I’m not going to take on a deal I know is rigged.”
“You’re afraid to lose,” he says with a shake of his head. “I can’t believe it.”
He’s teasing me, I know that, but just hearing the wordlosemakes me twitch. “I am not going to lose,” I assure him.
He grins, knowing he’s got me right where he wants me. “I wouldn’t be so sure about that.”
Leaning closer to him, I narrow my eyes. “I’ll win. I’ll make sure of it.”
“And when I win?” he asks, tipping his body forward. “What do I get?”
