The Biggest Licker - Page 16

Megan

I look at myself in the mirror in my part of the hotel suite, touching my mouth as I remember what Tristan felt like as I took him in my mouth. What he tasted like. God, I was so close to doing so much more. I’m half afraid I might still. The night is still young.

After we left the pool, we came back up to shower and get ready for dinner. Now I’m all glammed up in a sexy little black dress. It’s going to drive Tristan wild, I just know it. I smile at the thought. I can’t wait for this dinner.

Not just because it’s going to be uber-romantic in one of the finest restaurants in Miami, but because I’m really enjoying spending time with Tristan. He’s way more attentive than I thought he would be. I guess I didn’t really know what to expect. I mean, he’s seemed like an okay guy through the whole show, but spending this time together one-on-one has proven that he’s so much more than I thought.

I’m so glad he made it to the finals with me. Giving myself one last look in the mirror and fluffing my dark waves, I go out to the living area of the suite to wait. I’m barely in there for a minute before Tristan strolls out from his side, looking like a goddamn GQ model. His eyes meet mine, blazing with lust and intensity, and I just stop and stare.

I can’t even imagine how much the tailored suit he’s wearing must have cost, but it fits him perfectly across his broad shoulders and narrow waist, highlighting his strong arms. He even has custom cuff links that probably cost as much as my college education.

His chiseled jaw has a day’s worth of scruff on it, and it’s so sexy all I want to do is walk over and press my body against him and kiss him until we’re both too crazed to bother with dinner.

“Ready?” he asks.

“What?” I’m so wrapped up in checking him out that it takes a minute to process his words.

“Dinner?” Tristan gives me sexy half-smile and holds out his arm for me to take when a knock on the door distracts us both. He frowns and shrugs, moving to answer the door.

A bellboy stands there holding out a tablet with a piece of paper attached to the top.

“Tristan?” I ask, coming up behind him. “What is it?”

He gives me a confused look and points to the paper. “A note from Chase. It says he has a message for us.”

I take the tablet and walk back to the living area while Tristan tips the bellboy. I hear him shut the door and his footsteps as he walks up behind me, resting his hands on my upper arms.

“Guess we should watch it,” I say, curious. What could this be? Another twist? God, I hope not. What if we have to do something ridiculous? All I want to do right now is pretend I’m not actually on a reality show and just go enjoy my date with Tristan.

Tristan wraps his arms around my waist and takes the tablet in his hands, resting his chin on my shoulder as he taps the screen and brings up the video.

Chase’s picture-perfect face appears with the recorded message, smiling like a fool. “Good evening, Megan and Tristan. I hope your day has been everything you hoped it would be.”

I giggle as I think about our afternoon in the pool. Definitely. Everything and more.

Chase gives another one of his trademark dramatic pauses, then continues with the recorded video. “As you were told this morning, you are away from the house for twenty-four hours. What we didn’t tell you was how those twenty-four hours would be spent. Megan, you were to spend the day with Tristan, but you’ll be spending the night with Madden.” Chase grins on the tablet, lifting his fingers in a wave. “Have fun.”

The video ends abruptly, and I just stand there in shock. For some reason, I was under the impression that Tristan and I would have the entire night together.

I can feel his body behind me, no longer gentle but full of tension. I turn in his arms, not sure what to say. But before I can speak, the door to the suite flies open, and in strolls Madden, the smug look on his face almost surpassing the one Tristan wore this morning.

Tristan spins around as Madden claps a hand on his shoulder.

“Step aside, lover boy,” Madden says, “and let Megan see what a night with a real man is like.”

Tristan looks like he’s about to bust a blood vessel. His fists clench repeatedly, and I’m almost afraid this could come to blows.

But Madden just stands there with that smug grin on his face. I don’t know what to think. I was having a great time with Tristan, but now that I see Madden, dressed to the nines in an obviously custom-made suit, I want to spend time with him as well. I don’t know if that’s wrong after what all Tristan and I shared today, but it’s how I feel.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Tristan bites out, eyes blazing as Maya comes through the door.

She shakes her head. “Sorry, Tristan. You’re coming with me.”

He stands stock still for a moment, the muscles in his jaw ticking, and I have no idea what he’s going to do. Then he seems to make a decision and turns back to me. His expression softens and he brushes my hair back, tucking it behind my ears.

“Megan,” he says, cuppi

ng my face in his big hands, looking at me with that intensity that I’m starting to crave, “this was a perfect day. I’m so glad I got to share it with you.”

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