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Chapter 15

Jasper quickly asks me the standard series of questions of my overall reaction to the men and if any caught my eye. I play my part and try to be coy in my answers, not wanting to give too much to the viewers too soon. Plus, I know nothing of these men, but I sure can't wait to find out.

Moments later, the camera crew follows me inside; there were already a few in here, recording any drama that might already be occurring with the men. Men, testosterone and alcohol don't always mix, but the producers' sure hope they'll make for a good show. I want no part of that, however.

The men all turn and look my way, even catcalling as I walk in; of course I blush and play bashful for them. And low and behold the first man that makes his way toward me, trying to mark his territory, is creeper James. I wish I could holler for that big dimpled cutie, Emmett to come and help me, he could put those muscles to good use.

James goes on and on about how amazing he is, how successful he is and how the women just adore him back home. Yes, this is his lame attempt to get me to swoon. Not happening.

I see another guy trying to come and cut in and I'm so relieved, only to find out it's dorky Mike heading this way. Where are my cute men at and why aren't they fighting for me?

I smile politely at both men, who have both started a pissing contest of sorts of who is better, more attractive and richer than the other. I'm not impressed.

Finally, I spot a pair of gorgeous greens making eyes at me. He motions me with a crook of his finger to come that way. Now any other man I would've rolled my eyes and ignored, thinking if they want to talk to me they can come to me. I'm going to chalk it up to shyness and this is his game he's using. It's working obviously, because I excuse myself from Dumb and Dumber and make my way toward my soul mate.

He grabs us a couple of fresh drinks and leads us out to the back patio area, overlooking the pool. Surprisingly it's quite out here and I relish in the stillness of the night for just a moment.

I turn my eyes back to his emerald's and I'm once again rendered speechless by his beauty. Luckily he finds the nerve to speak and begins telling me little things about himself and his life back home.

I'm enthralled with everything about this man and wish I could just send all of the other men home tonight.

That is until a certain sexy Latino makes his way over to us.

I'm in trouble if he has a personality as well.

A/N: Thanks so much for reading. My client is running late, so I had a little time to write this one today. I know there won't be an update tomorrow though, really sorry guys.