Several others say their goodbyes before Calvin wraps his arm around Kenzie’s shoulder and leads them back to their room to pack.
“Congratulations to Savannah and Noah, looks like you’ll make it to another day here atLocked In.”
Noah smiles proudly. “Thank you, Alex.”
“We knew America wasn’t finished with us yet. Just like we aren’t finished with them,” Savannah says, angling her tits for the camera.
Jesus.
“Of course. Have a good night, and I’ll be seeing you all very soon.”
Alex walks away and we’re all left staring at each other.
“What kind of ominous shit could he mean by that?” Luna asks.
Chapter Twenty Six
Courtney
There’s no sign of Alex the next day, which actually has us all relieved. He’s like a bad omen. Anytime he’s around, there’s a challenge of sorts and then an elimination. I know Landon and I can’t be the only ones who enjoy the days of sitting back and earning our stipend. Winning is the end goal obviously, but even if we’re among the finalists, it’ll be a huge win.
Once the sun starts to set, most of us head inside the main house and look around for meal options when crew members show up. Instantly, the guys and girls are separated, the guys ushered to some hallway in the house. I know, it’s ridiculous that this space is so big we haven’t even been able to fully explore it all. Us girls get sent outside. I don’t know what they have planned for the guys, but when we step outside, we find the seating area has been transformed into one huge sleepover-themed party.
There are beds and fluffy seating options, a classic rom-com playing on a projector, a popcorn machine fully loaded and what looks like a cotton-candy cocktail bar. It looks like a thirteen-year-old girl threw up out here, but apparently I’m the only one who isn’t losing my mind over it. Angel, Savannah, Bella and Cora allcelebrate, running over to different areas and diving in as Julia comes over with pink silk pajamas for all of us. They have theLocked Inlogo on one side and our names embroidered on the back. Cute.
Even Luna is living it up as she strips right here and now, earning a few wolf whistles from the cameramen. Ever the flirt, she shoots them a wink over her shoulder before shimmying into the pajamas.
“Come on, girl! Stop being a stick-in-the-mud,” Luna says as she attempts to take my shirt off for me.
I pull it back down and shake my head. “I’m not looking to put on a show for everyone. I think I’ll get changed inside.”
“Buzzkill,” Luna says, rolling her eyes as some dance-pop music begins playing through the backyard speakers.
I get changed fairly quickly, and when I come out, all the other girls are in their pajamas with a cocktail in hand. Luna waves me over and hands me mine as Bella raises a glass.
“To the best fucking sleepover ever!”
“Yessss!” several girls squeal as we all clink glasses.
“Oh my God, I can’t believe we’re matching,” Alex exclaims, appearing from nowhere in identical pink pajamas.
“You’re slaying that outfit,” Angel says, smiling, ever the kiss-ass.
Alex does a dramatic spin and a pose that has us clapping and cheering him on.
He laughs. “I hope you ladies are enjoying the little spread we put on for you. Falling in love is great, but sometimes a girls’ night is needed, am I right?”
Several girls nod and lift their glasses as if toasting him.
“We’re gonna have you guys play a little slumber-party game before leaving you to your own thing. As it seems you’ve all noticed, we’ve stocked the bar with some stuff a little harder than wine, so go easy, ladies,” he says and winks before walking away.
A guy comes up to us and hands me a stack of cards.
“Dish or dare,” I read from the top card.
“Isn’t that like truth and dare?” Cora asks.
“We’ve already done that. Are they seriously repeating ideas?” Savannah scoffs as she polishes off her first cocktail.
