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)
“I gave Travis a suggestion for one of the dates,” Mark said, giving the producer a wicked smile. “I hope he implements it.”
Travis nodded. “I already told Jack about it. He’s a go.”
“Do we get to find out what that date is?” I asked.
Both men turned to look at me before Mark said, “You and I could try it out first, if you’d like.”
I felt my cheeks heat because I had a sudden feeling he wasn’t talking about a romantic dinner for two. “As flattered as I am, I’m not available.”
That caused everyone to give me a questioning look. Including Rose, who seemed more amused than anything, before she focused her attention on Mark. “I’m available.”
Mark laughed and took Rose’s hand once more, placing a kiss on it before he and Travis walked away.
“I was being serious, but clearly, he only has eyes for you,” Rose smirked as she crossed her arms.
Hunter scowled. “I don’t like him.”
“You met him for a total of two minutes, if that,” I retorted.
Hunter shrugged. “He’s an arrogant asshole if he thought he could talk to you like that.”
A part of me liked that Hunter was standing up for me. The same part of me that also dozed off on the plane and had a very sexual dream about our bachelor. With a shake of my head, I pushed those thoughts away.
Jack approached with a determined expression, his voice curt. “We need to get into place. We go live in a few minutes.”
Tricia did something with my hair, while Rose reached up and pinched my cheeks.
“Ouch!” I cried out, batting her hands away. “What are you doing?”
“You need some color.”
I snarled my lip at her and turned my back.
“Didn’t you think she needed color?” I heard her asking Tricia.
“She did look a little pale,” she agreed.
Spinning around, I glared at the two of them.
Jack reached for my elbow and started to walk toward the entrance of the nightclub. It was only six thirty Vegas time, but the network had decided to start early. Vegas clubs picked up late in the evening, and plenty of viewers wouldn’t want to wait that long.
“Okay, some of the club patrons are paid actors, some are guests at the hotel who were asked if they’d like to participate. Like we talked about on the plane, you’ll do the intro for the date, then Paul and Louie, as well as another camera crew, will be in the club with Hunter and the girls. We’ve rented a suite for a staging area of sorts, and we’ve got a Truth Booth set up in there for Hunter. No one will be swiped on tonight.”
He turned to Hunter, who’d been walking behind us. “Got that? No swipes on the group date.”
Hunter frowned, then asked, “Why not?”
“Travis doesn’t want any swipes from you on group dates.”
With a shake of his head, Hunter replied, “What Travis wants…”
Jack paused for a moment as if he was going to reply to Hunter’s comment, but he let it go.
Hunter sighed as he asked, “Do I go in now?”
Jack nodded. “Yes, the girls are already in there, and there’s someone who’s firing up the crowd to get them ready. I need you to try to loosen up before we go live.”
Hunter gave a slight nod, then turned to walk into the nightclub.
“Hunter,” Travis called out.
“Yeah?”
With a smile that only one dude would give to another dude, he said, “Have fun tonight.”
Hunter’s eyes snapped over to me, and he stared for what felt like way too long before he looked back at Travis and simply said, “I will.”
Once he was through the door, Jack gave me a once-over. “I’d like for you to wear something else.”
I glanced down at my jeans, high heels, and sweater. “What’s wrong with what I have on? Winnie and I decided on it yesterday.”
Rose folded her arms over her chest. “What are you up to? Why did you wait until the last minute to have her change?”
Jack ignored Rose as I looked between the two of them, confused. “What?”
Rose turned to me. “I brought a dress for you.”
“Winnie!” Jack called out.
As if she’d been floating nearby waiting for his call, Winnie appeared in front of me with one of the bags Rose had brought to Vegas. “Come on. There’s a bathroom we can use.”
“What’s wrong with what I have on?” I demanded. Turning to Rose, I asked, “What dress?”
As Winnie pulled me toward a public bathroom, I heard Rose ask Jack, “What game are you playing at? You didn’t want Hunter to see her in that dress, did you?”
When I glanced over my shoulder, Jack replied, “Sure as shit didn’t.”
I wanted to ask them what in the hell they were talking about, but Big Steve, one of the security guys, was now behind us, blocking my view of Rose and Jack.