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The men and staff nod.
“Go!” Bayron says, staring at his watch.
I watch, drooling as the men start doing push-ups as fast as they can. I can already tell by watching them which ones are truly in shape and which men aren’t. And which men are too drunk to even attempt a push-up.
Two men, in particular, grab my attention. A blond man with arms for days. And a black man who is killing everyone. Both of them have excellent bodies. Either one could handle my body with ease.
“Time!” Bayron yells.
He walks down, asking the judges how many the men got.
“Okay, if you did less than a hundred, you’re out!”
Five men slump back to the pool or loungers after having their egos crushed.
I look at the contestants that are left. All look fit. All look gorgeous. All look like men I’d gladly share a bed with.
Bayron again asks me what I want them to compete on next.
“I need a fast man,” I answer.
He raises an eyebrow. “Skye wants a guy who is fast. I’m guessing she’s still trying to weed out the in-shape guys from the ones who aren’t—and she doesn’t mean fast in bed. So, for our speed test, we are going to divide you into two swimming races. The fastest three in each race will move on.”
I watch as the first group jumps into the water. One of the men glances over at me with hungry eyes, and my heart about stops. That’s what I want. A man who desires me. I want a man who will fight and compete for me.
Bayron starts the first race, and I find myself cheering for the man who looked at me with hungry eyes. He wins easily.
The second round starts, but I find myself still entranced with the man who won the first race. I’m not even paying attention to the second race.
The winners are decided, and again, I watch as the losers sulk off, disappointed.
“What do you want me to test next, sweetheart?” Bayron asks.
“Pain.”
He nods, thinking for a second. ?
?Next, we are going to test to see who can handle pain the longest. We are going to pass out two weights to each of you, and you will hold them out to your sides, arms extended. The last six men still holding on to their weights will continue.”
The weights are distributed to the six remaining men, which consists of Hungry Eyes from the swimming round, both of the men I noticed from the strength round, and three other men I haven’t paid much attention to yet.
“Go!” Bayron shouts.
I watch in pain, hoping that my favorites survive to make it to the next round.
All are doing well and holding their own, but I see the blond starting to falter. He won’t hold out much longer. After a few more seconds, his arms fall. Either the push-ups from earlier wore him out or he couldn’t handle the pain. Either way, he’s not my bad boy. Too bad.
Other men start falling, leaving me with four men. The winner of the swimming round. The winner of the strength. A new winner from the pain round. And then another man who hasn’t won any but hasn’t lost either.
“What’s up next?” Bayron asks, jogging next to me.
“Two rounds left. The first round is dirty. Who can tell me the dirtiest, filthiest thing?”
Bayron nods. “You heard her. Prepare your best lines. We want you to get dirty. Tell her the filthiest thing you can think of.”
The first man walks forward. The winner of the strength round. I want to eat up his juicy, dark muscles.
He leans down and whispers in my ear, “I want to kiss you. Claim you. Make you mine.”
