Page 61 of Hawaii Can Suck It

“Sorry, DareSquad.” Reece chuckles—actually chuckles. “Cam’snotan early bird.”

Buried in blankets, I am dying.

He’s live. He’s live. He’s live.

“I can’t—you can’t—” I mumble through the blanket. “I’m not camera ready!”

My tongue feels like it’s wearing a sweater, and I’m pretty sure there’s dried drool on my chin. Not to mention my breath could wilt flowers. This is not the kind of content that Gordon wants to save the channel.

I’m sure the comments section is already sharpening their pitchforks.

The mattress shifts again, and suddenly Reece’s head appears next to mine beneath the sheets. “Cam, you’re always gorgeous.” He pulls back the blanket, exposing my face to his millions of viewers. “Look at her. No makeup. No filters. Just real beauty. Tell her you agree.”

The replies whir in faster than a high-speed elevator:

Cam is STUNNING!

Those EYES, holy shit!

Excuse me? She wakes up looking like that?

HER SKIN IS GLOWING WTF!

Wifey her up, Reece!

Okay, what?My brain slams into a brick wall.

Reece nods happily. “See? Told you. You’re beautiful.”

He pulls me up to sit beside him, and the comments take a turn:

Damn, her curves though.

Bro, I would sell my soul to lay on those thighs.

Them titties looking juicy even in—

His grin vanishes and his expression sharpens, eyes darkening.

“Hold on, guys,” he says smoothly, his voice dipped in warning. “Let’s keep it PG. I’m sharing my girlfriend with you, but not all of her.” His free hand settles on my hip, warm and possessive, and my skin blazes.

The chat explodes again:

OPE, he said my girlfriend.

Oh he’s claiming her, claiming her!

Reece being a protective king rn.

Daddy Dare just put us in our place.

Okay but how do I apply to be Cam?

I fixate on Reece, suspicious as hell, hugging the sheets to my chest, my mind firing off ten million questions. Who is this person? And what has he done with my grumpy boss?

“Thanks, everyone,” I manage, my voice hesitant, my face heating under the unexpected wave of compliments. “You guys are… really sweet.”

I start to gather up my hair, but—no scrunchie on my wrist. My lifeline to appearing semi-human has abandoned me. My eyes frantically dart around our sex circus of a bed.

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