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He shook his head. “Wow, that was strong. Thanks for the shot, Mercedes, and I look forward to getting to know you better.” He handed her the empty mini-bottle.

She placed both bottles into the baggie, then shoved them back into her breasts. He watched her hips sway as she walked toward the house. Before she opened the door, she paused and looked back at him.

“One more thing, gringo. That’s not the only place I can store a mini bottle.” Then she turned and entered the house.

Al blinked, stunned silent. Surely, she didn’t mean … His eyes scanned the crew, seeking Jeannie for confirmation. He found her doubled over with laughter. As though she felt his stare, she looked up, wiping the tears from her eyes. He mouthed, “Did she mean?” while pointing to his groin. Jeannie nodded as she erupted back into laughter.

Al shook his head, trying to prevent the visual from forming. What had he gotten himself into?

Three more patrol cars passed and dropped off more women of interest. A librarian from Chicago, a chef from Atlanta, and a nurse from somewhere out west. Nebraska? Wyoming? One of those. Her name was Charlene, at least he remembered that. She seemed sweet and offered to patch up any girls that got injured in a cat fight. Which seemed unlikely, but then again, the way he was killing it in that suit might drive the ladies a little crazy.

The fifth patrol car pulled up, signaling the halfway mark. Thank God. Who knew dating ten women would be so exhausting?

The door opened, and he did a double take when a set of incredibly hot identical twins stepped out. They wore sparkly green dresses, fitting tight and leaving nothing to the imagination.

“I’m Desiree,” the first twin announced.

“I’m Delilah.”

Al’s head swung between the two.

“We’re twins,” they said in unison.

“Same soul,” the one on the left, Desiree, said.

“Split into two bodies,” Delilah finished. If they didn’t move, he could tell them apart.

“We do everything together.” They were back to speaking in unison, which was getting creepy.

“Everything?” Al asked. “Like signing up for a reality dating show?”

“We work together,” Desiree said.

“Play together,” Delilah said.

Al’s stomach clenched.Don’t say it.

“Sleep together,” they finished.

The girls were stunning. Their jet-black hair fell just below their shoulders. They were tall with legs for days.If this had been two years ago, they could have ended the show right then.

“And by sleep together, you mean …” Al raised an eyebrow.

“Fucking,” they said.

Al swiped his hand over his mouth. He looked over at Jeannie and saw her whispering into Shane’s ear. She was standing with her tits pressed into his shoulder as he sat in his stupid director’s chair. Fucker probably did that on purpose. A real gentleman would have stood up to talk to her. But maybe she didn’t care. Maybe she wanted to brush up against him. Al sighed and turned back to the clit clones. If Jeannie could move on, so could he.

“I can’t wait to find out more.”

Chapter 16

“We’re halfway through meeting the contestants, so we’ll take a quick break to reset the lights and shift angles. Stay close, and nobody better leave the set unless you don’t plan on coming back,” Lindsey called out.

Jeannie walked over to the gazebo with a bottle of water and a honeybun. She passed them to Al and sat next to him on the bench.

“Thought you might need to recharge.”

“You’re the best,” Al said, tearing into the honeybun.