Bedroom Games by Jill Myles Page B

approached Jendan. He stopped punching and looked
over at me, curious. I leaned in. “Remember how we said we’d have
each other’s backs in this game?”
    He put both hands on the bag to stop it from
moving and shot a glance at the door to make sure we weren’t seen.
“I remember.”
    I did an arm curl with the
weights. They were way too light, but as long as it looked like I
was doing something, maybe it wouldn’t be so obvious. “So I found
out that they’re not going for a strategic nomination. Basically,
they’re going to play World Races style. Whoever comes in last in the reward
challenge is who they’ll nominate.”
    Jendan blinked at me and then frowned. “Huh.
Really?”
    “Really,” I said. “Unless Brodie and I come
in last, or they come in last. Then they’re going to target you and
Marla.”
    His eyes widened. “Me and Marla? Why?”
    I did another rep. “Because she’s running
around telling everyone that she needs to get them out, and they
heard about it.”
    He swore under his breath and then swiped a
bandage-wrapped hand at his jaw, wiping away a bead of sweat. “Who
told?”
    “Well, seeing as how Brodie told me, I’m
guessing he got intel from one of the girls. Either Lenore, Jayme,
or Sunnie.”
    Jendan sighed heavily and thought for a
moment. “So I have to make sure we don’t end up in last place and
also make sure that one of those three World Racers doesn’t end up
in last because they’ll pick us by default?”
    “Ding ding ding,” I said. “Think you can
manage it?”
    “I don’t know,” Jendan admitted. “If it’s
athletic, we should be okay. If it’s puzzles, I don’t know how
we’ll do.”
    “Well, if you get nominated, I scramble to
get the others to vote off Marla. I think you’ll be safe either
way,” I assured him. “I’ll just have to put a bug in the ears of
the right people that she was the one gunning for them, not
you.”
    “And Brodie won’t suspect that?”
    I snorted. “Does it matter? I trust you more
than him.”
    “It’s a shame we couldn’t have partnered,
eh?”
    I nodded. “We’d have made a good team.”
    “And our partners could have destroyed each
other’s games,” he said ruefully. “Instead of dragging us
down.”
    I chewed on my lip, thinking. Brodie seemed
to be playing a pretty obvious game, but he’d executed a few moves
that were surprisingly smart. Maybe I was underestimating him.
“Don’t you worry about Brodie,” I told Jendan. “I can handle
him.”
    Jendan laughed. “You going to toss your hair
and have him groveling at your feet?”
    My legs twitched, and I gave a little nervous
hop. “Don’t be silly.” To my horror, a titter came out of my mouth,
and I hastily crossed the room to put the dumbbells back in
place.
    No way on Earth I’d admit to Jendan that his
words made me think of Brodie and his erection…and me squirming in
his lap.
    Nor would I mention that I hadn’t been
completely disgusted by it. Quite the opposite, actually.
    And I was a little disappointed in myself for
that.
     
    ~~ * ~~
     
     
    Sunnie, Marla and I were sitting in the
kitchen eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. “So you guys
have heard this weird stuff too?” I asked. “Brodie looked at me
like I was crazy when I said I kept hearing boards creak.”
    Sunnie nodded, her eyes wide. “Casper and I
were sleeping in the attic last night, and I kept hearing footsteps
in our room, except neither one of us was moving. He swore it was
someone downstairs, but it sounded like it was coming from the foot
of the bed.”
    I shivered. “Really? That’s so creepy. I
don’t like this place.”
    “I was doing the dishes when I thought I
heard someone behind me,” Marla said. “Turned around and thought I
saw a shadow, but no one was there.”
    My eyes widened. I’d had the same thing
happen in the hallway. “It’s funny you should say that,
because—”
    A chime sounded.
    “House Guests,” a bland voice intoned