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10
Beau
Leading Gigi to my door—correction, leading a wet, bikini clad, Gigi to my door was a form of torture. Having her in my lap wasn’t exactly easy, either.
Geneviève Martin was sexy, hot, funny, and entirely too captivating for her own good. And the way she spoke to me in French—Jesus, I felt that straight down to my cock.
Especially when she said my name. Christ. This was going to be a long season.
Before I opened my door, I turned to her, making sure the cameras would get a good view of us kissing. Just in case the camera in the hot tub wasn’t working.
I leaned down and took that delicious mouth of hers. My arms wrapped around her as my kiss became more insistent. The way she pressed herself into me made my cock twitch. That was a sign I needed to stop this. Network television did not need to see that.
Pulling away, I grinned down at her beautiful face. If I wasn’t mistaken, I thought perhaps she had a hint of a blush on her cheeks. Maybe it was from the heat of the hot tub.
“Bienvenue,” I said, welcoming her as I opened the door to my apartment. My arm flung out, waiting for Gigi to enter in front of me. She smelled like some kind of exotic flower and I can’t even begin to describe how tantalizing that scent was on her.
Once she was inside, I closed the door and locked it tight. Leaning my back against the door, I concentrated as best I could to talk my dick down. He was putting up one hell of a fight as I watched Gigi wander around my living room and kitchen in that red bikini.
That red bikini that did not cover much.
“Do you want something to drink?” I asked, hoping that some cold water would help clear my damn horny mind. I headed toward the fridge. After I got us both waters, I noticed she still hadn’t said anything.
Gigi was standing in the middle of my living room, turning around slowly, a deep frown on her face. “Where’s your camera?” she asked with a confused tone.
I laughed. “They had to send away for five more. So, this clump of units is cameraless.”
She spun around to me. “Is that why some of you wanted to switch rooms on the first day?”
Another chuckle came out. “Yeah. I kicked Jonesy out. He’s a first year, so I made him take the place they originally assigned to me.”
Her eyebrows raised. “Even though it says in the rules that you can’t do that?” Her voice nearly squeaked and it was cute as hell. She was acting like I’d just committed a major crime.
“Relax, G. Nobody’s said anything. I don’t even know why they care which rooms we have,” I said, taking a long gulp of my water. It didn’t help the ache in my balls one bit. I considered adding some ice to the water and pouring it directly on my crotch for some relief.
She stared at me with an evil eye. “There’s no cameras here? None?”
I shook my head. Even after my affirmation, she continued looking and turning around. “Take a break, Caruso,” I said, handing the other water to her.
“Caruso?” she asked and took the bottle of water from me. Guess Gigi wasn’t a big TV watcher, or she’d know that name.
“Never mind. He was a detective in a series I used to watch. Anyway, G, there are no cameras in here. I guarantee. Take a seat. Turn on the TV if you want.” I finished my water and headed back to the kitchen to look around for something to eat.
While my head was stuck in the fridge, I heard Gigi say, “That’s okay, I’ll just get going.”
Complete and utter panic shot through me. I slammed the refrigerator door when I saw she was nearly at the door. Hedging the island, I leaped onto the back edge of the couch and propelled over it, making the whole thing tip.
But I didn’t give one shit about that. I had to get to that door before Gigi did. “Stop, stop, stop,” I yelled, careening around the love seat before I straight out jumped over the small end table.
Luckily, her hand halted on the doorknob as I wrapped both arms around her body. “Gigi, honey, no,” I said breathlessly, relieved to have caught her before she opened the door. Good grief.
As I let her go and tried to catch my breath, she let go of the handle and gazed at me as though I were from Mars. “What is your deal?” she asked, jutting her hip out to the side with a healthy dose of attitude.
Attitude that really turned me on. “You just got here. The cameras saw us in the hot tub,” I panted, “Then they saw us come in here. You can’t leave already. They’ll think—they’ll think—”
An adorable scowl crossed her face. “What will they think exactly?” she asked me, clueless to what she would insinuate to the world if she left my apartment minutes after she arrived.
I groaned as I let out a loud exhale. “Clue in, G. We were in the hot tub making out. Then we came back to my place…” I said, leaving it open ended so she’d understand without me having to write it out for her.
