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Chapter 21

I look up into Mr. Gorgeous Green's eyes and his are shinning back at me. I want to let out a loud Woop! That I got those emerald's to sparkle just like I wanted them to.

Then, with some bravado that I didn't realize he had, he leans forward, placing both hands lightly on my face and ever so gently presses his soft warm lips to mine. We don't further it, after all there are camera's rolling and this is only the first night. This kiss though, leaves me with a feeling of promise for more and I can't help but think about how much more I really want from him, kisses and then some.

As he pulls his lips from mine, he's still smiling like he just won the lottery and it makes me feel all girly and mushy gushy. He chuckles lightly as he says, "Sorry, but I couldn't help myself. Well, and I might've wanted to be the first one to kiss you as well."

I giggle back at him and this time, I'm the one that won the prize and he's the best prize of all. The same thoughts keep popping back up in my mind. Please let me keep him. Please let me keep him.

I push those thoughts away and focus back on this seemingly perfect man in front of me, forgetting all about the other men in this house. They can keep each other occupied for all I care. This can just be a free frat party vacation for them. All I want is this man in front of me.

I let out a dreamy sigh as we continue to chat for a few more moments before we hear yelling and what sounds like a lady screaming in pain or maybe it's anger. It doesn't really matter which, just that I need to get in there, because the only other lady here is Tanya. And with that thought, I run for the door as fast as I can in an evening gown and heels.

I'm terrified that one of the men have said or done something to her or hurt her in some way. I'd never forgive myself if one of them took her flirtatious advances too far. However, I know she's a big girl and can handle herself, especially since she grew up with two older brothers that liked to watch a lot of wrestling while growing up and then act out the moves on each other.

Yes, there is no doubt that Tanya knows a few of those moves and wouldn't hesitate to use them if need be.

When I reach the glass patio doors and see what is going on and better yet, who is involved, I'm frozen and I'm positive that I let out a loud gasp in surprise and fear for that person.

A/N: I'd love to know who you think is involved or what you think is going on right now.

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