Bet Me Something (Something Series Book 3) by Aubrey Bondurant Read Free Book Online Page B

weekend might
provide an opportunity to progress things between us. At this rate, I’d never
accomplish such a goal. Hell, I’d even won a bet and still couldn’t get the man
to kiss me. It was humiliating. Driving that word home, his eyes flickered open
and focused on me. Fuck.My.Life.
    “Morning,
sunshine,” his rough voice greeted before flashing his dimples.
    “Yeah, yeah.”
Someday I would perfect the art of a sexy response, today clearly wasn’t going
to be that day.
    “What? My panty
dropping grin isn’t doing it for you this morning?”
    “Oh, my God.” I
slapped my hands over my face and groaned. This wasn’t happening. I hadn’t
shared PDG with him in my drunken state, had I?
    When I peeled my
hands back, I could see the cocky arrogance splashed across his face.
    “I have to say
I’m embracing the term.”
    “Clearly your
ego needed the boost.”
    That garnered a smirk.
“Considering you normally don’t feed it, I’m going to soak in this moment.”
    Uh, yeah, right.
Having a crush on him for sixteen years wasn’t enough? “What else did I say
last night?”
    He chuckled in
response. “That bad, huh?”
    “Not great,” I
mumbled, cringing at the sound of my own voice, which was reminiscent of
seasoned chain smoker.
    “If you feel
anything like you look, then you’re definitely in rough shape.”
    I attempted a
frosty glare. “Thanks a lot.”
    Good Lord, now
he had propped himself up on his side, causing the sheet to ride down and
showcase his impossibly toned abs. If I wasn’t busy salivating at the image in
front of me, I might have thought he was a real asshole for teasing me.
    “Don’t worry;
despite the matted hair, raccoon eyes, and horrendous smell of your morning
breath, you’re still adorable.”
    He proceeded to
pat me on the head. Like a freaking puppy. Oh, yeah, seduction fail number
forty-three. Not that I should bother to count anymore.
    “A gentleman
wouldn’t mention those things,” I grumbled, annoyed he was enjoying this far
too much. Although he might insist on seeing himself as the big brother type,
the thoughts I was having were more in line with wanting to follow the start of
his happy trail, something that was peeking out from under the sheet.
    He laughed.
“Good thing no one would ever mistake me for a gentleman. Stay here. I’ll get
you some water and Motrin. I’m assuming it’s early yet as my alarm hasn’t gone
off.”
    I watched him
cross the room, wishing there was more light, so I could catch a better glimpse
of him in nothing but boxers. Had that beautiful man actually been in bed with
me in merely the one garment, and I’d passed out? Loserville was definitely missing
their mascot with me being in Vegas.
    But then a
glimmer of hope sparked. Why had he climbed into bed with me in only his
boxers? It wasn’t something either one of my brothers ever would’ve done. I
decided to embrace the hot mess I was and find out.
    He returned with
a large bottle of water and two pills. “Drink,” he urged sitting close to me.
Regrettably, he was now dressed in his jeans and a clean T-shirt.
    “I’m wearing
your shirt. How did that happen?” I drank greedily, hoping the water and pills
would help me feel better quickly.
    Colby seemed
uncomfortable, blushing slightly. “Uh, after you threw up, I put you into
something clean, doing the big brother thing by changing you.”
    Leave it to him
to try to turn this into a brotherly gesture. Only this time I wouldn’t accept
it. I swung my legs out from under the blankets to hang off the side of the
bed, well aware I was in nothing but my panties, with his shirt riding up to my
waist. I winced with the effort. So, the opportunity wasn’t ideal, however I’d
be damned if I was letting him out of this room without finding out if there
was some interest piqued. “If I remember correctly, I have you to partially
blame for the excess drinking, telling me it would help get me on stage to
sing.”
    His