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He frowned. “Why? I’m sure you have a nice one. No biggie.”

I crossed my arms. “Es tu, Brutus? I’m not in the mood for another small dick joke after that jerk just mocked my size.” I ran a hand over my face. “Do all of you guys have porn penises or something?”

Aaron grinned. “Maybe it just seems that way if you’re smaller than average.”

I smacked his arm, but he laughed. “It’s not funny. Stop making me feel worse.”

He grabbed my upper arms. “I’m sorry, Mikey. Don’t let Daryl get to you. I’ll bet his is nasty, just like his mouth. And I told you that I’ll bet your size is perfect for you. A big, smelly, veiny schlong hanging between your legs would be gross.”

I squinted. “What is your obsession with dick veins? And who said anything about a large cock having to stink?”

He ignored me. “Do you want me to take a look and give you an honest opinion?”

My eyes flew open. “Huh? No!”

He laughed. “I see how it is. You just enjoy flashing strangers, but spying on me. How long have you been plotting a way to check out my ass?”

“I wasn’t spying!” I protested. “It was an accident.”

“Yeah, yeah. You seem to have a lot of accidents.” He sat on the stool to slip on the sneakers. “Do me a favor. Don’t have one in bed tonight when you’re dreaming about burying your face in my crack. I don’t want to roll over onto your mess.”

My jaw dropped, then I glowered. “The only accident I’ll have is rolling you off the bed altogether. Then dropping the night table lamp on your head.”

“If you’re trying to incapacitate me so you can have your way with me, sneaking me a stiff drink would be less messy,” he teased.

“You…” I sputtered a couple of sounds. Aaron sniggered. “Shut up!”

He was such a shit. Nevertheless, I couldn’t help but smile, too.

Chapter Seventeen

Cliff

While the contestants inside the store had been searching for outfits that met the criteria of the challenge, I had been relegated to drinking coffee on the bus with Emilio and the camera and sound crews. Emilio had spent most of his time on the phone with his agent, and the rest of the men talked to each other about sports and families. I might as well have been sitting alone.

“Okay, the boys are ready,” Marv announced once he stepped onto the bus. “Cliff, you’ll be taken to the dressing rooms. As each curtain is pulled back, one of the contestants will be dressed in something that they hope you find sexy, and they’ll explain how their choice reflects their personality or desires. Even for those guys that don’t hit the mark, be encouraging. We don’t want viewers guessing who’s already out of the running.”

“And considering they’re making themselves vulnerable, I wouldn’t want to hurt their feelings,” I added.

Marv shook his head. “Actually, that would make for good television. But whatever negative observations you have, save them for the finale. Then hit them hard. I think you could make Dani or Mikey cry if you insult them, which would be a social media moment later.”

Jackass. They chose the wrong bachelor if they were supposed to treat everyone like trash. I rose from my seat and followed Marv off the bus, the rest of the team behind me.

Once we were inside the store, where the lights and mics had already been set up outside the dressing rooms, Emilio took his place in front of the first curtain.

“Ready and action!” Marv called out.

“As Cliff continues…on his journey to love, we reach the exciting portion of the program where each contestant reveals more of themselves—both desires and skin,” Emilio said to the camera. “Or, at least we hope there’ll be more skin, don’t we, Cliff?”

I was supposed to play along, but I thought agreeing would make me look like a pervert. “I’m sure the viewers do.”

“The mission is for each contestant to dress the way they envision a sexy Sunday with Cliff,” Emilio informed the viewers. “Let’s see how they did. Our first reveal is Dani.” With that, Emilio tugged the curtain open. Dani stood in a pink thong, black sneakers and was sucking on a lollipop in a way that made my cheeks heat.

“I wish I had something bigger and tastier to suck on,” Dani said with a pout after removing the candy from his mouth. He licked his plump, red lips provocatively. “If you choose me, I’ll show you what I mean…every Sunday and every other day of the week.”

Yeah, everyone knows what you mean, Dani. And they might be wondering if they accidentally flipped on an adult movie channel. To ratchet up the saltiness, Dani turned to face the wall, tilting his head back with a ‘come hither’ look. For a rather skinny boy, he had a voluptuous butt, which I forced my eyes from.

“Uh, this will be censored, right?” I asked to nobody.