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Wyatt hung his head. “They wouldn’t have let me on the show if I didn’t fit the bill somehow. The rules aren’t that strict, but you can’t simply walk on. And some of the people who run the show…they know my history.”

I wanted to ask more questions, but the analog clock on the wall caught my eye. It was getting late. I checked my bracelet. Thankfully, it was still glowing white. No cameras on the way. Yet.

“Shit. We need to hurry. People are going to start wondering why we aren’t back in our rooms,” I said, grabbing my clothes.

“Why do you care?” Wyatt asked. “Doesn’t this, like, cause more drama or something?”

I froze where I was, suddenly realizing my nakedness, but I refused to cover myself as I turned to look at him.

“Wyatt, you need to go find an employee shower or something. You have to wash my, you know, sex scent off yourself. If you get back in that bunk room with my scent all over you, the other guys might turn on you. Do you really want all of them gunning for you tomorrow?