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"  Over plates of linguine and meatballs (which were heavenly), Kevin told me why Martin had crashed the first part of our date. In a million years, I never could have dreamed his explanation.  &amp;quot;There&amp;#039;s something you may not know about me,&amp;quot; Kevin said, ladling sauce over his meatballs. &amp;quot;I was on this reality show, Downtown, a few years ago.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Oh, I knew that.&amp;quot; I grinned.  &amp;quot;You did?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Yeah.&amp;quot; I paused for a second while the waiter refilled my wine glass. &amp;quot;I knew you looked familiar to me, but I couldn&amp;#039;t place you. My boss was talking about Lauren Conrad&amp;#039;s new book, and it came to me.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Oh, Lauren Conrad,&amp;quot; Kevin laughed.  &amp;quot;Do you know her?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;I wouldn&amp;#039;t say I know her. But the reality world is small, so we attended a lot of the same events.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;How impressive.&amp;quot; I rolled my eyes playfully at him. &amp;quot;So what are you doing now, post-reality stardom?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Well, that&amp;#039;s why I asked you here. And it&amp;#039;s also why I introduced you to Martin.&amp;quot;  Kevin went on to explain that he&amp;#039;d been asked to be involved in a new reality show centered on the young media elite in New York City. &amp;quot;Influential bloggers, social media entrepreneurs, authors, that sort of thing.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Do you even have a job in media?&amp;quot; I asked.  &amp;quot;I do now,&amp;quot; he laughed. &amp;quot;With this website that covers different events and the people who go to them. They&amp;#039;ll be shooting at that office a lot, and the founder is dying for the publicity, so she happily offered me a &amp;#039;job.&amp;#039;&amp;quot; Kevin put air quotes around the word, &amp;#039;job.&amp;#039;  &amp;quot;So what does this have to do with me meeting Martin?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Well,&amp;quot; Kevin&amp;#039;s face flushed a little. &amp;quot;Martin is one of the producers. I worked with him on the last show. They want me to have a storyline with my &amp;#039;girlfriend,&amp;#039;&amp;quot; the air quotes again, &amp;quot;Who&amp;#039;s also in the industry. Bonus points if she writes about sex.&amp;quot;  I took a sip of my water. &amp;quot;And how do you know I write about sex?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Kim\u2014the girl who threw the handcuff party\u2014told me you have one of those 50 Shades of Grey books coming out.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;I don&amp;#039;t even know Kim. How would she know that?&amp;quot;  Kevin shrugged. &amp;quot;I don&amp;#039;t know, maybe your friend told her.&amp;quot; He meant Nina. Nina was crazy-excited for the pub-date of my book. She made me promise that I&amp;#039;ll hire her as my publicist if it&amp;#039;s a big hit. It made sense she&amp;#039;d told her grad school friends about it.  &amp;quot;So that&amp;#039;s why Martin was on me about whether or not I was a writer?&amp;quot; I asked.  &amp;quot;Pretty much,&amp;quot; Kevin said. &amp;quot;I mean, he also wanted to meet you to make sure you have the right &amp;#039;look.&amp;#039;&amp;quot;  I tossed my hair over my shoulder, dramatically, and pouted. &amp;quot;And do I?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;You&amp;#039;re perfect.&amp;quot; Kevin held my gaze as he said it, and the boldness of this left me feeling very flustered.  &amp;quot;This is kind of insane,&amp;quot; I said, changing the subject so Kevin would stop looking at me the way he was looking at me. &amp;quot;I mean, so you&amp;#039;re asking me, essentially, to &amp;#039;play&amp;#039; your girlfriend for a TV show. Is that right?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Well, girlfriend may not be the right word. More like love interest.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Don&amp;#039;t you have any real love interests in your life?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;None that fit this bill. There was even a casting session to find someone for me, but then I met you. I told Martin I thought you could work, and now that he&amp;#039;s met you, he agrees.&amp;quot;  I was equal parts weirded out and equal parts flattered. &amp;quot;I mean, listen, the thought of being on TV is exciting. But I have a real job\u2014I&amp;#039;d have to clear this with my bosses. A hurdle in and out itself, believe me. When would I film for this? Where? Do I get paid?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;You&amp;#039;d get paid. And I&amp;#039;d think your bosses would love this publicity. It would make book publishing feel fresh and hip again. You&amp;#039;d reap the benefits too\u2014when does the book come out?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;September,&amp;quot; I said, and Kevin clapped his hands together, excitedly.  &amp;quot;We film this summer and the show is scheduled to air in October. It&amp;#039;s perfect timing. They couldn&amp;#039;t have cast this better.&amp;quot; Kevin was so worked up he hadn&amp;#039;t touched the huge plate of food in front of him.  &amp;quot;But how does it work?&amp;quot; I asked, still unsure. &amp;quot;Are we really dating in real life? Or is it just for the show?&amp;quot;  Kevin shrugged. &amp;quot;It can be whatever you like.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m not really in the market for a boyfriend right now.&amp;quot; I told him about my recent break-up, briefly.  &amp;quot;So it&amp;#039;s just for the show then,&amp;quot; Kevin said. &amp;quot;We&amp;#039;ll have to kiss and stuff for the cameras, but I&amp;#039;m not the worst thing to kiss, right?&amp;quot; He winked. Looking at his handsome, prep school boy good looks, I couldn&amp;#039;t deny that he was right.  &amp;quot;I can&amp;#039;t even believe I&amp;#039;m considering this.&amp;quot; I shook my head. &amp;quot;This is one of the craziest things I&amp;#039;ve ever heard of.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Josie, it&amp;#039;s so much fun. You should definitely consider it.&amp;quot;  We discussed it some more, and decided that the next step should be me talking to William and Megan and getting their approval. If they were okay with it, Kevin would put me in touch with the producer to discuss shooting schedule, contract, and payment. I could see William being all for this, coming from the entertainment industry and all, but Megan? She was so old school and snobby\u2014she thought e-books were the death of modern literature, so I couldn&amp;#039;t imagine what she thought of reality television. To that end, I decided to discuss this with William first. I hadn&amp;#039;t heard anything more about the Elizabeth situation, but based on the fact that William had barely been in the office the last few days and whenever I had seen him, he&amp;#039;d been wearing the same expression as Grumpy Cat, I could only assume that they were not in a good place. But maybe the possibility of Literatti getting some major press in a hot new reality show would lift his spirits?  I had a busy couple of days ahead of me\u2014talking to William about this idea, getting ready for Becca&amp;#039;s wedding shower on Saturday, and steeling myself for whatever I was going to walk into on Saturday night when I arrived at the Hamptons house. Kate had been dropping more hints about hooking up with Richard, and I had a feeling she was going to make a move on Friday night. I could only hope if she did, that it wouldn&amp;#039;t ruin the dynamic of the house. But at least I had this exciting new development to focus on in case it did.  Want more from Josie? 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