“Like at the lake?”
“No. This time I wouldn’t let you win.”
“You just keep thinking that you let me. I’ve heard that delusion is a sign of mental illness. Guess you prove that theory.”
“Ya think?”
They stopped outside Jill’s suite. Suddenly realizing they were alone in the dimly lit hallway, Jill’s breath caught.
“I know.”
Jill leaned against the hard wood of her door.
Rob stepped closer, placing his hands to either side of her face. “You’re definitely certifiable,” he breathed softly.
She stared into his golden eyes, wishing she could read what was in his heart as easily as she could see the waging battle in his gaze. He wanted her, yet he didn’t.
And he couldn’t enter her suite from the main hallway. Not with the cameras zoomed in on them. She had a role to play. If he wanted her, really wanted her, he knew which door she’d welcome him through. The one she’d left unlocked last night.
And they both knew what it would mean if he opened that door.
Certifiable, he’d said.
“Definitely,” she agreed, ducking under his arms and hightailing it into her room before she changed her mind and dragged him to her bed, regrets or not.
# # #
Jill sat on a sofa surrounded by the remaining four bachelors, Jeff and Steve included. Tonight was her last night before decisions had to be made.
And they were playing a game of Win, Lose or Draw.
Seemed odd to her, but there had been no scheduled activities for the evening that they hadn’t already filmed. When they’d looked for a game to play, this was the only one they’d been able to find other than the deck of cards they’d worn out during the late night hours for the past two weeks.
One of the remaining four was drawing a picture and gesturing wildly with his hands as his team mate, Steve, tossed out guesses. Several of the crew members were hanging with them, but in the background as JP had insisted upon recording the game in case they decided to use it in one of the last two shows.
She hadn’t seen Rob all day and had only caught a brief glimpse of him yesterday. She’d hoped, without success, that he would change his mind. Each night she lay in bed listening for the door to creak open.
It never did, and tomorrow was her last day at the castle.
Hard to believe it had been four weeks since the bachelors had arrived. She had no doubt as to which one she’d choose to spend the “honeymoon” week with. For the past two weeks, she’d spent the majority of her free time with Jeff. She really liked him, but she had no disillusions about the differences between friendship and romance. Jeff fell into the wrong category. If only she could have fallen for him instead of Rob. Life would be so much simpler. But as always she’d royally screwed up when it came to men.
None of it really mattered anyway. Tomorrow, Jeff would choose the hundred grand, and she’d be home a few days later. Everything would return to the way it had been before her Jane Millionaire days.
Except now she knew what sex could, and should, be like.
Damn it, she wanted more.
More of the way she felt with Rob. More of the fun she’d had with him at the lake. More of the hot, wild animal mating she’d had with him the night she’d gone to his room.
She fanned her flushed face.
“You’re turn to draw.” Jeff’s sharp tug on her blouse sleeve pulled her from her thoughts.
Jeeze, she’d totally phased out of their game. She smiled at the camera as she drew her card, then stepped up to the dry erase board they’d set up.
She read her card and laughed out loud. Had they rigged the game? No way could the crew not have staged this.
“Go.” The bachelor in charge of the timer ordered.