I shrug and smirk at the camera, just like Maya wants. It’s not like I have to do anything but be myself. “So, yeah. I’ve evicted four other girls so far—the most ever. What did you expect? I certainly didn’t want to disappoint. I have a reputation to uphold and all.” A suggestive wink. A shit-eating grin. The dimples again. They’re going to fucking love this shit. Do I make good TV or what?
“Tristan got two,” I continue. “Who do you think Megan will choose?” I spread my arms wide like there’s no question. “Does Megan want someone like him or someone like me, who obviously knows what he’s doing?”
I say it like the answer is obvious. It is, right? But then Maya’s eyebrows draw together and she leads me down the path that she wants me to go in this confessional with her next question.
“But how do you think Megan will feel about the fact that you’ve slept with four other girls on the show?” she asks.
What the fuck? Maya isn’t typically so heavy-handed with these interviews. She just lets them play out naturally. I’m starting to wonder if she’s got her own agenda.
I think for a minute, trying to phrase my answer like I wasn’t just coached on what to talk about.
“Megan…” I muse, a genuine smile on my face this time. Because what’s not to love about her? Megan is fucking sexy. I don’t know how she’s made it this long and is still a virgin.
“No question, Megan is definitely the one who should have made it to the end. I couldn’t be happier.” I lean forward, resting my arms on my knees and looking at the camera like I’m trying to be all earnest and shit. “Truth be told, I’ve had my eye on her from day one. She’s definitely going to make me work for it. I like that. These other girls? Just distractions to get me further along so I could find the one
I really want. Megan.”
Maya’s eyes soften at my words, and I realize I’ve got a sappy as fuck smile on my face. Jesus. What the fuck is that about? It must just be that I actually like Megan. As a person. She’s smart. She’s fun. And yeah, I plan on winning this game and making her first fuck the best she’ll ever have.
But I also plan on fully enjoying every minute of it and making sure she does, too. It may be a game, but there’s something to be said about finding the value in every experience. I want that for her.
So I’m going to do this right. There’s no fun in winning if you cheat. When I get Megan, it will be because I’ve earned her, despite what Tristan might think. Yeah, I can be ruthless when it comes to business, but I always play fair.
I sit back and make sure my playboy persona is firmly back in place as I continue speaking to the camera. No more of that sappy bullshit. “Just wait. All that’s left is for Megan to realize I’m the one. And mark my words.” Smirk. Wink. “She will.”
Megan
Tristan and Madden hold their champagne glasses up in the air, and I grab mine as well, clinking it against theirs as we toast our success in making it to the Final Three. We’re celebrating with a candlelit dinner in the ornate dining room of the apartment. The entire place smells like roses thanks to the dozens of arrangements scattered around the room.
“No one deserves it more than you, Megan,” Tristan says, leaning in and giving me a smoldering look. The same one that always makes my pulse beat a little faster when he looks at me like that with those intense dark eyes. The flickering candlelight reflects off his face, making him appear even more dark and alluring.
“The man speaks the truth,” Madden chimes in, clapping Tristan on the back and flashing that dimpled smile that makes it hard for me to focus. His blue eyes twinkle with the exuberance that’s never far away, seemingly enjoying this moment to the max, just like he does with every situation I’ve seen him in.
I take a sip of my champagne as I glance back and forth at them. It’s a good thing I’m not actually going to have to choose between these two—if I can hold out until the end, that is—because I don’t know how I could. They’re so very different, but both so perfect in their own ways.
Setting his glass aside, Tristan plucks one of the roses from the vase in the center of the table and trails it across my shoulder and down my arm, sending a shiver through my body.
“You’re gorgeous. You know that?” he murmurs, leaning in close, his low voice drawing my gaze back to those captivating eyes.
Unable to stop it, I feel a blush steal across my cheeks. The way he’s looking at me, like he’s starving and I’m his favorite meal, makes my breath come faster. He lifts the rose to my face and brushes it lightly across my lips, making them part on a soft sigh.
Oh my god, Tristan is too much. Somehow, at the same time I want to both back away from him and drag him closer and replace that rose with his mouth.
“Gorgeous doesn’t begin to cut it, asshole,” Madden says, snatching the rose from Tristan and running it down my throat, continuing the path until the silky petals are teasing the tops of my breasts that are now practically heaving. I’m pretty sure my panties are totally soaked, too.
Madden leans in, biting the tip of his tongue as his eyes follow the rose, then snap back up to my face. He waggles his eyebrows and winks. “I’d say hot as fuck is a better description.”
I laugh. He’s just as over the top as Tristan is intense.
“Dessert?” Tristan asks, lifting a bite of decadent cheesecake to my lips.
My eyes flick back to him, my lips parting involuntarily as I get sucked back into his gaze. I watch him as my mouth closes over the fork. His desire is evident in the way he watches me. I feel my pussy clench in response, and a moan escapes my mouth as the dessert practically melts on my tongue.
One side of Tristan’s mouth quirks up in a smile so seductive I’m starting to forget I need to watch myself.
Madden reaches up and brushes a finger across my lips. “I bet that tastes good.” The gleam in his eyes makes it clear that he isn’t talking about the cheesecake at all. Yeah. I’m going to need to change my panties.
Goddamn. If these two are going to up their game like this, I’m going to have to build up my defenses a bit more. Another week of this might have me begging for them to take me—at the same fucking time.