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To make it worse, the sunset bursting over the horizon is the most beautiful I’ve ever seen. For a second, I consider what I’m giving up—probably the hottest sex of my life in a once-in-a-lifetime location. But I’ve already had myoncewith him.
I crawl out of the hot tub and grab my sandals, shoving them onto my feet. “I have to get back.”
“Of course.” He clambers out of the hot tub and grabs a towel from one of the chairs off to the side. I sneak a glance at him and see that he’s still, without a doubt, aroused.
“Or…” I hedge. “I—we can, but… just…” I’m not exactly sure what I’m offering—jerking him off before I rush out the door? A quick poolside bang?
He lets out a harsh breath of a laugh and shakes his head. A faint blush creeps up his chest. “No, I don’t want… Not like that,” he mutters finally, rubbing the back of his neck.
My mouth drops open as he turns and trudges back inside. I could go after him, but he’s giving me an easy escape.
I grab my towel and toss it into the basket next to the hot tub. Where are my jeans? My phone? I try to remember the last time I had it, shoving it in my pocket away from Olie’s snooping hands. And then…
Then I took my jeans off before jumping in the pool with the others. I tried to grab my clothes after, but maybe I didn’t get them all. I’d make a terrible spy. Idomake a terrible spy.
Face steaming with embarrassment, I step back into Rhett’s bedroom and drop to my knees.
I crawl forward to peek under the bed. Nothing. “Do you see my jeans anywhere?”
He emerges from the bathroom, halfway through pulling on a tight black V-neck shirt. I bite my lip as I get to my feet. Now is not the time to wonder over his tanned stomach.
He looks around and shakes his head. “Don’t think so.” His face is closed off, all traces of heat completely erased. It kills me a little, how quickly he can stop wanting me, but I have bigger problems.
“I think…” I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to picture the last place I saw them. “I think I left them by the pool.”
“Okay,” he says slowly. He tugs on his own jeans and zips up the fly, buttons them, puts his hands on his hips, his lips twisting into a frustrated frown. “So go get them.”
“Shit,” I hiss to myself. I stumble through the front door of his suite, then back into the bowels of the mansion.
“The best part is the friendships you make, truly. The women are incredible.”
—Nina Alvarez Rojas, season 20 contestant onLove Shack, Instagram Live
Chapter Eighteen
“Georgia!” Rhett shouts after me. I don’t stop as he calls my name again. I haven’t buckled my sandals yet, and one slides off my foot but I keep going, not bothering to pick it up as I limp around the corner and into the sitting room.
I’m dead if anyone finds my phone.
“Wait!” Rhett calls. Panting, he catches up to me at the end of the hall, holding my shoe.
I grab it and look down at what else he’s holding. Prince Charming carrying… sweatpants? “What—”
He looks down at my bare legs. “Shit,” I mutter, sliding back around the corner and out of sight of the picture windows. I take the sweatpants and pull them on over my still very wet underwear.
“I’m sorry,” he says. “About—”
“It’s not that,” I huff, slipping on my other shoe. “My jeans—I need to get them.” I throw myself around the corner into the empty sitting room. Outside, the nude pool party is in full swing. Addison is still nowhere to be seen and about half of the pool seems to have splashed onto the deck.
I peer through the glass doors for any sign of my jeans but come up empty.
“Not there?” Rhett asks.
Terror mounting, I grab his arm and pull him into a closetoff the sitting room. I shut the door, engulfing us in shadows. There’s about two inches between us, and I’m uncomfortably reminded of his lips on my skin not even ten minutes ago. How can so much change so quickly?
“Cozy,” he mutters.
I ignore him. “There’s something in the pocket of my jeans that I cannot let anyone find.”
