Tyrone keeps flicking subtle glances between me and Cam but saying nothing. Then Tyrone starts trying to hide a smirk every time he looks at me.
Seriously?It can’t be that obvious.
‘So, you guys have fun last night?’ he asks while setting up the monitors. ‘What did you do?’
What didn’t we do?
‘Did you come up with a plan? Or were you too busy?’ Tyrone says, managing to keep a straight face. The game is up. We managed to hide our secret relationship for almost a minute.
Cam goes bright red and is the very picture of guilt.
‘We discussed a few things,’ I say in a guilty tone, while scrapping about in my sex-fuzzled brain for something concrete to give him.
There was very little discussion going on last night. Very little. I may have asked if Cam needed some water one time whenhe emerged from beneath the sheets looking utterly exhausted. Apparently, I am one of those women who can have multiple orgasms, one after the other. But I am also one of those women, he said, who becomes wildly insatiable when not fully serviced. Who knew?
‘Great. What’s our next step?’ Tyrone says switching to efficient lawyer mode.
Now it’s my turn to go bright red.
‘We established a good solid foundation for going forward,’ Cam says diplomatically. ‘Okay. Let’s see what is going on inside the villa.’
He has executed a perfect deflection to spare my blushes.
We watch Lois interacting with all the islanders. Cam rewinds footage of last night and they listen to me ooh and aah about how gorgeous my sister looks, and how friendly and open she is being with them all. She’s an expert at flirting that’s for sure. Then we watch Lois perform her much talked of party piece.
Tyrone groans as we watch Lois undress one of the fellas with such speed and efficiency that, when she steps back to reveal him wearing a mankini made entirely of bandages, everybody gasps as though she is a real magician. She’s even had time to fold his clothes and places them carefully in his outstretched arms.
The islanders love it, and Lois gets lots of claps and praise.
I’m in no hurry to go back to the villa. I could stay in bed with Cam instead, doing all manner of exotic things for days on end.
‘Lois is enjoying herself way too much for my liking,’ says Tyrone. We watch her being pulled for a chat by a very hot muscle-mountain who is clearly impressed with her skill set. ‘How fast can we airlift her out of there?’
‘Cam can smuggle me back in during one of the next outings. But how do we get Porscha to change her mind about me being on the show?’
‘Simple,’ says Tyrone. ‘She’s jealous of Cam with other women, right?’
We listen to Tyrone outline a perfectly plausible yet quite ridiculous plan that involves Cam spending too much time alone with Porscha.
‘No. He shouldn’t be doing that,’ I say. ‘It’s too haphazard. Too reliant on external variables.’
I have developed a sudden jealous streak.
‘Well, the alternative is you do it,’ says Tyrone. ‘Make sure you couple up with one of the guys in the villa to take the heat off Cam.’
‘No,’ says Cam. ‘Too obvious.’
Maybe he has suddenly developed a jealous streak too.
‘Are you going to veto any suggestion that involves you not being with each other?’ Tyrone asks. He’s gone full barrister mode.
‘No.’ And yes.
‘Is there something going on that I should be aware of?’ he probes, his shoulders starting to shake.
‘No. Of course not,’ I say.
‘Are you sure?’ He’s finding himself increasingly hilarious. ‘You two are behaving like loved-up teenagers,’ says Tyrone, sounding like a father figure.
