Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 103159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 516(@200wpm)___ 413(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 516(@200wpm)___ 413(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
Jessie checked to make sure the mic was working. My eyes drifted past her to the dance floor, only to see all the girls dancing together and Hunter nowhere in sight.
“Where’s Hunter?” I asked.
“Don’t worry about where Hunter is. You go on in two minutes.”
Jack’s command nearly had me ripping the earpiece out. Instead, I glared at him. “We need to talk.”
Jack cleared his throat. “We will.”
“Before we head back to Montana.”
“Thirty seconds,” he said, ignoring my request.
Hunter suddenly appeared, walking toward me. Paul following him with a camera.
“Hunter,” I heard in my ear, “we’re still live, so please stop looking at Kipton like you want to devour her.” The voice came from Travis who had remained all too quiet during all of this.
Hunter dragged his eyes away from me and stopped to say something to Lynn. He should have been looking at her that way, not me. After all, she was dressed in a black sequined cocktail dress that left nothing to the imagination.
“Here we go,” Jack said as I watched the countdown and the red light appear.
I stared at the camera, unable to get anything to come out of my mouth.
Jack softly said my name. “Kipton…”
“You’re live, Kipton!” Travis said more urgently.
I laughed. I don’t know why, but I laughed.
Everyone standing behind the camera, Rose included, gaped at me. My hand came up to my mouth, and I laughed harder. I needed to get a grip before I made a complete fool of myself.
“I’m sorry about that,” I breathed. “Have you ever had a funny thought and it hit you at the worst possible moment? That was me about ten seconds ago. How about that date, viewers? Seven women and Hunter having a blast on the dance floor? Hot stuff! Did you see any connections between our bachelor and his dates? Hunter certainly seemed to be enjoying himself,” I said with a wink. “Why don’t we bring Hunter over so we wrap up our night in Las Vegas. Crazy to think we’re here, right?”
Turning, I watched as Hunter made his way over to stand next to me. “Hunter, did you enjoy your evening at the club?”
He swallowed hard and nodded.
“Cat got your tongue?” I asked as I tilted my head and put on my best smile. I was pretty sure I could beat out any actress in this role right now. My head spun with a million different emotions. Jealousy over watching Hunter with all seven girls. Anger at Jack using me the way he did. And sadness that I was wearing the sexiest dress I’d ever had on, and no one gave two shits. I had no one to hold me while we danced to a sexy song. No one to whisk me back to my room. No one to slowly remove the dress and make love to me.
A feeling of utter loneliness swept over me. I had no one.
The sudden realization caused me to turn away from Hunter before he answered.
“It was fun,” he said vaguely. That was his only response.
I forced yet another smile and said, “I’m sure we’ll get more details in the Truth Booth. We hope you enjoyed tonight’s surprise live date here in Las Vegas at the beautiful Bellagio Hotel and Casino. Until next time!”
The moment the red light went off, a plethora of women circled Hunter. Some from the show, some not.
Jessie started to take off my mic, and I shook my head. “Not here.”
Spinning on my heels, I quickly made my way to the exit, where the staff at the hotel were wrangling those who’d been paid to participate. Crew security escorted us to the door.
“Excuse us, please,” Big Steve said as he made a path for me and Jessie.
“Kipton!” Jessie said, struggling to keep up with me. “I need to take off the mic and—”
Stopping, I ripped the mic off and yanked out the earpiece. I handed both to her and turned once again. I had no idea where in the hell I was going, I only knew I needed to get away from everyone.
“Let me help,” Mark Devine said, suddenly appearing next to me and gently grabbing my elbow.
“I need fresh air.”
He simply nodded, motioning for two guys to walk in front of us.
As we approached a set of elevators, I came to an abrupt stop. “Where are we going?”
With a smile that might have worked on other women, he purred, “My hotel room. Where else.”
I pulled my arm back out of his grip and stared at him. “You honestly think I’m going to go up to your room with you?”
He gave me a once-over. “Yes.”
My hands clutched my hips as I glared at him. “What, do you think because I’m dressed like this, I’m simply going to agree to go to your room for a quick fuck?”
“That’s what I was thinking.”