Several other guys pile into the room, Mason and Connor bouncing off the walls, hooting and hollering before beginning to gossip like a couple of schoolgirls.
“Bro, I can’t believe you already made out with her,” Mason says, laughing, gaining all of our attention.
Connor shrugs, a smug smile on his face. “What can I say? The ladies can’t say no to Connor,” he says, holding his biceps up before kissing each one.
Several others laugh as Shane shakes his head.
“So, is Connor going to always refer to himself in the third person, because if so, that’s going to irritate Shane really fucking fast.” He laughs, his tone more playful than hostile.
“Fair enough, fair enough. I wasn’t the only one getting some action, though. Calvin, I saw you with that punk chick. Lily?” Connor says.
“Luna.” Calvin grins. “I don’t think her having purple hair makes her punk. She sure has a tongue on her, though.”
Andrew laughs. “Oh shit.”
“What about you, Mr. Popular?” Mason goads, and all eyes swing to me.
“What?” I ask as I look around at all of the expectant stares.
“He says what,” Mason scoffs. “We saw damn near every girl pull you tonight.”
Connor laughs. “They were like a pack of vultures, tearing at you.”
“And away from each other,” Dallas joins in.
I shrug, but a smile escapes me because yeah, that’s a pretty accurate description. Again, can’t say I hated it.
“Is there one you have your eye on over the others?” Andrew asks, genuinely seeming curious.
“Shit, why choose one when you can fuck them all?” Dallas asks as Mason high-fives him.
Calvin shakes his head as he and Andrew share a look. It’s easy to tell even on night one who’s here for the intended reason and who just wants their five minutes of fame.
“He wants Courtney. The mouthy one,” Landon mumbles from the top bunk.
The guys all look to him, then back at me.
My brows furrow once again. “Why do you think she’s mouthy?” I ask.
Landon doesn’t respond, but Connor seems happy to.
“I mean, she was a little… standoffish when we first got here.”
“She was confused, and more than a little concerned. Weren’t we all? She was the last to wake up.”
I know when I first woke up, I was disoriented as hell and confused. Was drugging us really necessary? I mean, it’s kinda fucked up, but once the production team explained their reasoning and gave their apologies, I understood where they were coming from. She wasn’t given that time to adjust before being thrown into an orientation.
Shrugging off the guys’ comments and hushed conversations, I head for the shower before getting ready for bed. Really fucking looking forward to what tomorrow will bring.
In the morning, we’re all woken up by some jazz tune about love blaring through the speakers in the ceiling.
Odd, but alright.
Everyone goes through their morning routines before getting dressed. All of us agreed that unless told otherwise, the dress code is casual beachwear.
I grab my teal board shorts and a white tank top beforeheading out. There are already a few girls cooking breakfast in the kitchen inside. I smile politely at each of them as they wave to me and smile in return, but I don’t see the smile I’m looking for.
After making my way outside, I see a few girls sunbathing on the pool deck, accompanied by Connor and Calvin, who look like they’ve temporarily swallowed their tongues. I don’t fucking blame them either. The girls are all dressed in strappy suits with mesh coverings. Hell, Angel is wearing a bikini that’s about as thick as a piece of fettuccine pasta. Literally.
