What happens when your best friend tricks you into unwittingly submitting a successful audition tape for hot new reality dating show 'Enlisted'? For Mia Benson, the answer is contemplate friend-icide, at least until she catches wind of the $10,000-p...
"The show's airing right now." Max taps his watch like I asked him to cite a source because he knows the time. I didn't.
"I can't believe they won't let us watch," I grumble.
He shrugs. "I wouldn't have anyway."
"You're crazy," I scoff. "That's the first thing I'm going to do when I get out of here. Well, after I call my mom. Still. Second is pretty up there."
"What's third?"
Job-hunt or apartment-hunt. Some form of hunting. Not Hunter, though. Won't be doing him third. "TBD," I lie. "What are you going to do first?"
He smirks.
I groan. "I don't count."
"I beg to differ."
I sigh and jump off my bed before I make his fantasy a reality. "Beach walk?"
"Running out of self-restraint?"
Yes. "I just ate my weight in Chinese food, and Noelle didn't pack any of my fat jeans."
He rolls his eyes and follows me to the door. "In case you forgot," he murmurs, running his thumb over my jawline, "being on the beach didn't do much for your restraint Sunday. Maybe we go somewhere safer. My room's open."
Now I'm the one rolling my eyes. "Nice try."
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Thirty minutes later, I'm lying on the sand and Max is lying on me.
"Let's go inside," he breathes.
I shake my head. "Too far."
"Not the villas."
"The cabana again?" It kind of lost its charm the third time, and I'm slightly concerned about hidden cameras.
He chuckles and hoists us to our feet. "Cabin."
"Aren't they—"
Max answers my question before I can finish by pulling a silver key from his pocket.
I shouldn't. I could get kicked off. If there are cameras inside, I could be dubbed the hoe of Enlisted, a reputation that won't help my job prospects when I'm back home—not the job prospects I'm interested in, at least.
The desire to see Max Vaughn naked far exceeds my concerns about trivial things such as my future.
I sigh in defeat, and he doesn't even wait a second before scooping me into his arms like we're newlyweds. In a couple paces, we reach a magenta cabin. A light flicks on when Max pushes the door open.
I may or may not twitch in fear. I really need the Enlisted paycheck, and this is my first time trespassing, okay?
"Motion detector," Max explains into my ear.
I shiver. My entire body buzzes with anxiety, magnifying Max's every touch. Just his breath on my neck is enough to make me lose control, and he's fully aware.
