Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28472 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28472 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
Emile shuts his mouth, too, coming to the same realization.
“This is bullshit,” Ryan shouts. “I didn’t sign up for this.”
“Actually, you did,” says Mason. “The contract says that you have to stay on the island until the end of filming regardless of death, disaster, or other circumstances outside or within your control or forfeit your participation in the show as well as your appearance fee.”
“Fuck you.” Ryan gives Mason the finger and stomps over to the corner and kicks the water cooler. It starts to tip over, so I go and rescue it.
“Be an asshole. Have a tantrum. I don’t give a fuck, but don’t mess with our food and water.” I set the cooler back upright.
Hudson comes over and drags Ryan away. “No fighting either,” I hear the doctor hiss to the athlete.
I gather up some food boxes the production staff prepared and then fetch Quinn. “Let’s get to the tent,” I tell her.
She glances over at Serena, whose arms are full as well. The beauty queen winks. “See you in the morning.”
Quinn blushes and then ducks her head. As we’re walking out, she asks, “Does everyone know what we are planning?”
“Nah,” I lie for her comfort. When we get to the tent, the wind is picking up. I duck inside and pile the boxes in the corner. Once Quinn is in, I zip up all the windows and doors. The lights flicker overhead. A storm is coming, and the electrical connections are unsteady. It wouldn’t be a huge stretch if the cameras went out. The problem is that I can’t be seen dismantling the cameras or it might adversely affect Quinn’s exposure on this show.
Quinn cocks her head to the side and studies me. “You’re plotting something.”
I flash her a grin. “I am.”
There are cameras in the four corners of the tent. I can take out one by tripping into it but I can’t use that excuse twice. Still, one’s a start. I raise my arms when suddenly the whole tent goes pitch black. Quinn gives out a little squeal of fright.
“Give me a minute, kitten. Wait in the middle of the tent.” I yank the wires out of the camera closest to me and then repeat the process at each corner. When I’m done, I find Quinn and pull her into my arms. I whisper in her ear, “I disabled all the cameras. We’ll blame it on the blackout.”
“So, we’re alone?”
“Just you and me.”
CHAPTER 18
QUINN
I wring my fingers together. All of a sudden, I’m feeling vulnerable. I’ve wanted the cameras gone, and now they are. Why is that freaking me out? It’s only Leo and me. We don’t have to act anymore. Not that I really was before, but I was trying to keep some level of composure, knowing the viewers were watching.
“Kitten?” Leo strokes his hand down my cheek. I lean into his warm touch. His fingers are rougher than I’d thought they’d be for someone who is a tech geek. Not that one could tell that’s what Leo is from glancing at him. He looks like a normal handsome guy. I don’t think his broad build is from hours each day in the gym. Probably lifts a few weights and runs merely to keep active. His build is natural. “We don’t have to do anything just because the cameras are gone. You know that, right?”
“Your hand is rough,” I blurt out. He pulls it back from my cheek. “I didn’t mean it that way.” I grab it and yank it back. I’m terrible at this. I mean, it’s not my fault that I don’t have any experience. I’ve been surrounded by cats for most of my life. How is it that I’m both shy and mildly aggressive when it comes to this man?
Leo turns his hands, palms up to show them to me. “Sometimes you have to actually get your hands dirty when you work on a computer. You can get scratched up.”
“Oh, I thought you just did things like on the internet. You know, like the Matrix green lines of numbers and letters sort of stuff.” Leo lets out a chuckle. “I can do it all, but sometimes I get bored and want to use my hands and build things. Someday I might build a machine of some type or computer.”
“You saying you could build a WALL-E?”
“I could.” He shrugs. Why does that turn me on too? I bet it’s the fact that he’s the full package. Super smart and sexy as hell.
I can’t even comprehend how to do that. I still smack my screen when the computer freezes as though that will make it work. Ethan hates when I do that. Damn, I actually think my brother would like Leo. I hadn’t given a ton of thought to what my family would think of him. I’d more thought of who they wouldn’t like and would give me shit over.