Love or Lust (LOL): Part 1

Ugh.

Probably not. That’s a big fat lie I’m trying to convince myself of. Still, one week at a time. And that’s if I’m not voted off.

Even after sleeping on it, I’m no closer to deciding how to rank the guys than I was when I started thinking about it last night. The last thing I want is to send the wrong person home. The only thing I do know is that Jace will be my number one this week and Lennon my number two.

Why?

Because I flipped a coin. Yep, a fucking coin that took me twenty minutes to find at the bottom of my purse. It was the only way to decide. I know I want them to stay, and in order for them to have a fighting chance, they have to be one and two.

This would be a whole hell of a lot easier if I knew who had immunity.

After slipping into a dark-red floor-length dress, I curl my hair and then tie it off to the side, leaving a couple tendrils to frame each side of my face. I apply a little bit of makeup, then coat my lips in dark-red lipstick to match my dress and give myself a once over. That’s when I realize I need to put on my shoes.

Heels.

The same pair I fell in yesterday.

I contemplate going barefoot. No one would be able to see my feet with my dress as long as it is, but I like my profile better when I have the heels on. They make my legs appear longer, and I’m closer to being eye level with the guys with them on. Perfect kissing height as Naomi would say.

Why else would girls torture themselves with these shoes?

So I put them on, then slowly make my way toward the main house. I’m lost in thought when Kyra calls my name. Turning around, I see her running toward me, her heels clicking against the pavement.

“I’m so nervous,” she admits, falling in step with me as the house comes into view.

“Me, too.” My confession surprises me. I mean, I am nervous, but I wasn’t planning on telling anyone that. I want to appear confident.

“You have nothing to worry about. Even if you don’t get granted immunity, those guys love you. All of them. Well—” she pauses as Gage and Drake come around the corner “—maybe not all of them, but then again, you don’t need all of them to want you, do you?”

Ha! Girl has a point. The last thing I want is Gage’s attention. That guy can go—

“Ladies,” Drake coos as he opens the door and holds it for us.

“You look dashing,” I say, reaching up and adjusting his navy-blue tie for him.

“All for you.” He winks.

Yeah, not so much. He knows where my attention is drawn, and even though he would be a great catch, he’s not the one I’m trying to get on the end of my line.

Did I just make a really horrible fishing reference?

What is wrong with me?

I really need to get lai—

Nope. Stop. Rewind. Erase that thought. That’s the last thing I need right now. Especially when two willing participants are staring at me from across the room. Both eating me alive with their stare.

Damn. They look sexy as fuck tonight. And Lennon is wearing my favorite tie. The same tie he wore the first time I saw him that matches my eyes. If I haven’t already told him I like it, I will tonight.

I’m handed a ballot and pen as I pass Claudia. “Fill it out and give it back to me. I need it as soon as possible.”

The irritation in her voice is palpable. I’m not late, yet Kyra and I are the last two to walk in, meaning she’s waiting on us so she can tally the votes.

Okay, here I go. I quickly fill in the ballot, assigning random numbers to everyone except Lennon, Jace, and Gage, praying I don’t accidentally screw someone over in the process.

“Who was your number six?” Kyra asks as we walk away from Claudia.

“Isn’t it obvious?” I ask, my eyes landing on Gage’s back as he talks with Callen and Milo.