Bedroom Games by Jill Myles Page A

if
Jayme won, we were safe for now.”
    “Oh? Are we safe with Jayme in charge?” I
trailed a finger on the quilted bedcover. This was news to me. “Is
she another one of your harem?”
    He just grinned at me. “Maybe.”
    I grimaced and rolled out of bed to spit out
my gum, still tasting fish eyes. “So who did you not want to
win?”
    “Jendan or Marla. As long as they lost, we
were safe.”
    “Because you have Sunnie and Jayme in your
pocket,” I verified.
    He put a finger to his lips and glanced at
the door. “Not so loud. Someone might be listening.”
    I hopped back into bed and pointed at his
side, indicating he should join me.
    “Yes, ma’am,” he said with a grin, and he
bounded into bed.
    The entire thing creaked so loudly when he
landed I thought the others would come running. I winced, waiting.
“Everything okay?” someone called a moment later.
    “Just me,” Brodie yelled. “Getting too
enthusiastic in bed!”
    I groaned. This was like having far too many
roommates. “Great, now they think we’re enthusiastic in bed
together.”
    “Which is not the worst thing anyone’s
thought about me,” Brodie said with a grin.
    “I’ll bet.” I slid a little closer to him and
dropped my voice to a whisper. “So tell me what happened
earlier.”
    Brodie wiggled his eyebrows at me, looking
quite pleased with himself. “You’ll notice that I was pulling the
strings of the female companions here in the house this week?”
    “If you mean, did I notice you all over them?
Yes. I think everyone noticed that.”
    He just grinned as if I’d paid him a
compliment. “Like I said, I didn’t like the way that guy was
treating you, so I talked to the other girls and made sure they saw
things my way. Wasn’t hard, considering he’d also made Jayme and
Sunnie really uncomfortable. Marla, too. I think he kept asking to
see pictures of her daughter, and she got a little wigged out.” He
shrugged. “At any rate, you’re welcome.”
    “I…don’t know what to say.”
    “How about thank you?”
    I leaned in and gave him a one-armed hug.
“Thank you, Brodie. For all your horn-doggy-ness, you can be
surprisingly sweet.”
    When I pulled away, he looked a bit
disgruntled at my words. “I don’t know which I find more
insulting—the horn-dog comment or that you’re surprised that I’m
sweet.”
    “Do you deny that you’re a horn dog?”
    “Pfft. Hello, Kandis, did I
not just confess all my plans to you? I’ve been all over Sunnie and
Jayme because I wanted to make sure we were safe. That’s you and me. Not
because I wanted to score some pussy.” He tapped my chest, right
above my breastbone. “You.” Then he tapped his chest. “Me. Got
it?”
    I nodded.
    “It’s a game, you know. And you catch more
flies with honey.”
    “Yeah, but did you have to spread the honey
on so thick?” I muttered.
    Brodie just grinned at me, seemingly
delighted at my surly attitude. “If I didn’t know better, Kandis,
I’d say you were jealous.”
    “Yeah, well, you know better, don’t you?” I
said, surprised at how defensive my voice sounded. “Just turn out
the light, already.”
    “Because you can’t wait to get me in the
dark—?”
    I ignored that. “Night, Brodie.”
    “— and have me all to
yourself?”
    “Good night, Brodie.”
    He laughed and reached over to flick off the
light. “Night, Kandis.”

CHAPTER FIVE
     
    “God. Kandis. Dat ass. Wait, strike that.
She’s going to kick my ass if she hears I said something like that in the
confessional. You stopped recording, right? Hello?” – Brodie Short, Day 12
     
     
    I
curled my legs under me in the big easy chair in the confessional
booth, waiting to be addressed.
    It didn’t take long. “Kandis, how are things
going now that the latest House Guest has been evicted?”
    I smiled at my reflection as if I were
talking to a real person. “Well, I am breathing a lot easier around
the house. It’s good to know he’s not lurking around