Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 103159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 516(@200wpm)___ 413(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 516(@200wpm)___ 413(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
“Tonight, the camera will follow Hunter and his seven dates around the club, and I’m told the date has already started with drinks delivered to their table, courtesy of the hotel. In a couple of hours, Hunter will go back to a temporary Truth Booth here in the Bellagio, where he has the ability to swipe left…you heard me correctly…he can swipe left on one or more of his dates.”
Jack nodded. No one had told me if a decision had been made on how many women Hunter could swipe left on after he had argued with Travis about being able to swipe left this evening.
“Are we ready to see this?” I frowned in thought. “I don’t even know what to call a date with one guy and seven women. Fun?” I laughed and took a step back. “Shall we join the date?”
The doors to the club opened and the camera panned like it was going in, before it switched over to one of the two cameras inside the club. You could barely hear the music thumping, and I had the strangest need to know how they’d managed to soundproof the room.
“You’re out, Kipton,” Jack said into my ear. Jessie appeared and took the mic and earpiece. The date would last the allotted two hours, so I was about to ask Rose if she wanted to find a restaurant when Jack suddenly appeared in front of us.
“Rose, Kipton, I want you both to go into the club and head to the bar.”
Rose looked like she wanted to take off one of her heels—which were Jimmy Choo pumps—and hit Jack. The look she gave him was positively scary. “Do you want this expensive heel up your ass? Don’t do this, Jack.”
According to Rose, her heels were the most uncomfortable shoes she’d ever worn, but because she’d paid a small fortune for them, she wore them whenever she could. Everyone knew she wasn’t going to sacrifice that shoe.
I turned to Jack with what I knew was a suspicious look. “Why do we have to go in?”
He tilted his head and offered a patient smile. A look my father would give me. “Because I want you to enjoy yourself, Kipton. You’re in Vegas. Just don’t get drunk, I need you to finish up the show.”
“But I wanted to check out the Bellagio.” I wasn’t too proud to whine.
“Look what happened on Wednesday’s date. If Hunter decides to bail and end this one early—even though he was told not to—I need you here.”
“He would never do that, not knowing what it took to fly everyone out here.” I wanted to stomp my foot like a child. “I’m starving, Jack.”
“They serve food at the bar,” Jessie stated with a helpful smile on her face.
With a little wave of his hand toward the nightclub door, he said, “Go, have fun.”
Rose grabbed my arm and we started toward the door. “Come on. He isn’t going to let up until you get in there.”
Before we walked through the door, Jack called out, “Have fun, ladies!”
I glanced over my shoulder, but the doors had already shut. When I turned to Rose, I asked, “What’s going on?”
She wore an angry expression. “I have a feeling you’re suddenly part of this whole social dating experiment—and tonight, they’re tossing you into the lion’s den.”
Chapter Sixteen
KIPTON
I had died and gone to hell. Pure hell.
Rose and I sat at the bar in the nightclub for nearly two hours while man after man came up and hit on us. Every time a guy asked me to dance, Jack was in my ear, telling me to decline. At one point, I nearly pulled the earpiece out. Rose pulled up the live-stream comment section, and I saw a few comments about me and the dress I was wearing. Some of them made me smile.
“I think we need to vote Kipton in as one of Hunter’s dates.”
“Kipton Howse is ten times more beautiful than any of those other women Hunter’s dating.”
“Can we Swipe Right on Kipton, please!?”
Rose grabbed the Diet Coke the bartender had just placed in front of her and sipped through her straw. With a shake of her head, she glanced around. “This is my first real nightclub, and I’m bored out of my goddamn mind.”
I couldn’t help but laugh.
The song changed, and a few of the girls with Hunter squealed. The floor seemed to clear out to make room for the cameras. No one in the group had seen me and Rose since we were tucked into a corner at the end of the bar.
“Oh God,” Rose said, just loud enough that I heard her over the beginning notes of the song.
What I saw caused my mouth to fall open. “Oh my…”
The song was Jason Derulo’s “Talk Dirty to Me”…and the way the women were dancing up against Hunter had me blushing.