Not only is there prize money involved, but this apartment is part of the deal. If I win this thing, all this insanely over the top luxury will be mine. Mine. A fucking ten-person marble bath with a rain shower ceiling? It’s almost too much to hope for. But I’ve made it this far. I can’t toss it all away now because I’m hot for Tristan and Madden.
I’m going to turn into a shriveled raisin if I don’t get out of this water soon, so I climb from the bathtub and wrap a thick, fluffy robe around myself and stand in front of the mirror.
“You can do this, Megan. You’ve got this. Only one more week. You can resist them.” I nod at myself in the mirror, but I don’t think I look very convinced. “Just because they’re the hottest men you’ve ever seen doesn’t mean you have to have them. Be strong.”
“That’s right, girlfriend. Be strong.”
I nearly jump out of my skin at the sound of the voice, and I whirl around, my hand at my throat.
“God, Maya, you scared me to death.” That girl, sneaking around this house like that. Such a creeper. But I love her. “Don’t you think you should announce yourself or something?”
She shakes her head and shuts the door to the bathroom behind her. “I don’t want people trying to listen.”
I arch an eyebrow and point to the cameras. “Hello? Reality show? Nothing is private.”
“The bathrooms aren’t wired for sound, Megan. They’re the only rooms in the whole apartment where we can’t be heard.” She comes closer and lowers her voice. “Though the ones in your room can still pick up our voices if we aren’t quiet.”
I eye her dubiously. “Why are you being secretive?”
“I want to see how you’re holding up. That was a pretty risky little game you played just now.” Her twinkling eyes and smirk give her away, though. She’s not upset.
“It’ll make damn good TV, right?” I say with a grin, trying to think of something—anything—other than Tristan and Madden’s sexy as fuck bodies. “But shit, Maya. That was really close. I’m torn. Like really, truly torn. I want them,” I admit. “But I also want to win.”
Maya grips my arms. “Be strong, Megan. No guy, no matter how sexy or gorgeous or perfect they seem, is worth giving this up.” She gestures around the bathroom, indicating that she’s talking about the apartment. The grand prize.
I sigh. “I know that, logically. But it’s kind of hard to think logically with two huge cocks staring you in the face.”
Ma
ya snickers. “Tell me about it. Can I just say a great big thank you for that little show? Though I’m sure it was even better up close and personal.”
I laugh. “Um, yeah. Obviously. Or I wouldn’t be so confused right now.”
She gets serious again. “Listen, you have nothing, Megan. If you get evicted, you’re essentially homeless and jobless. You need to win.”
I nod. I know all this. But it’s nice to have Maya looking out for me, keeping me focused.
“Okay,” she says, giving me the same pep talk I just gave myself. “You’ve got this. Right? Right.” She lowers her voice again. “But you need to get some rest.”
“Why?”
“Tomorrow is a big day. There’s a twist coming and you need to be prepared.”
I know for a fact that she isn’t supposed to tell me these things, and it only makes me like her more. She really is on my side. I swallow and nod again, suddenly nervous.
Maya gives me a wicked smirk. “Just so you know, you aren’t the only one feeling the pressure. But you are the only one who hasn’t done anything to relieve it.” Her grin widens. “Madden and Tristan both had to jerk off twice before they could fall asleep.”
I gasp, the vision taking hold before I can stop it. I’m instantly wet. “Oh my god, Maya! You watched?”
She laughs. “Nothing is private here. You should remember that. And hell yes, I watched. All I’ve got to say is it’s a good thing you came upstairs when you did.”
I shake my head, but I’m grinning, too, even though I’m a little jealous that she got to see that. At least I know that they were just as turned on by it all as I was.
Maya gives me a hug and starts to leave before turning around and wiggling her eyebrows suggestively. “Get some rest. No matter what you need to do to relax.”
I laugh as she leaves. Yeah right. She expects me to get myself off after she just told me she watched the guys whack off? Twice each? But when I flick the lights off and climb into bed, still in my robe, I decide it might be a good idea to relieve some pressure myself. I can’t go into this twist tomorrow as horny as I am now. I’ll never be able to focus.
No one can see me under the blankets anyway. So I let my hand dip into my wetness and think about what those two cocks must have looked like cumming all over the place.