A Date for the Hunt (The Dating 4) - Page 14

She holds out her hand and helps me up. The room spins even more. “What are you going to do?” I ask her.

Her grin widens. “Don’t you worry, little sis. I’ll take care of everything.” Turning on her heel, she leaves, and I flop back down on the couch. The show itinerary is on the coffee table and I groan as I look at tomorrow’s schedule.

8 a.m. – Breakfast with match.

9 a.m. – Choose envelope for the day’s adventure.

10 a.m. – 4 p.m. – Adventure Time.

6 p.m. – Dinner with match – NO cameras.

8 p.m. – LIVE interview.

I toss the itinerary back onto the coffee table. “I’m so not looking forward to this.”

Morning comes way too fast. The flowers I assume were left by Hudson are now in the trash where they belong. If he thinks that’ll work with me then he has a lot to learn. Ricardo and Annabelle knock on my door bright and early to do my hair and makeup. They don’t do much since I’ll probably be spending most of the day on the beach and in the ocean. At least, that’s what I’m assuming since we’re in Aruba.

It’s 7:50 a.m. and I dread having to meet Hudson for breakfast, but I have no choice. There’s a camera guy already at my door waiting for me to leave. The good thing is that everything I do won’t be shown on tonight’s show. They’ll have to edit out a bunch of today’s events in order to fit it all in tonight’s segment. I know it shouldn’t bother me about what my sister said last night, but it does. I don’t want the world to think I’m a bitch after how I acted last night. I’m not the one in the wrong. Yes, Hudson is clearly a womanizer by the way he acted towards me last night, but apparently, the viewers think it’s charming. It makes me so mad. That’s not the kind of guy I want.

Taking a deep breath, I look at myself in the mirror one last time. My hair is pulled high in a ponytail and there’s only a brushing of bronzer on my face. I have a teal bikini on underneath my yellow floral sundress and a pair of flip flops. Very beachy.

When I open the door, the camera guy steps back and smiles. He looks to be in his late forties with shaggy salt and pepper hair. His nametag says his name is Stan. “Good morning,” I say.

He nods. “Morning, Ms. Wood. I’ll be the one following you around today. My partner, Jean, will be with Mr. Bryant. For the most part, we’ll be out of your way. Just carry on as if we’re not even around.”

Like that’s even possible. I smile and start down the hallway toward the elevators. Stan gets in with me and when we get off, I slowly make my way to the designated area where I’ll be meeting Hudson. From what I read on the itinerary, all the couples will be in different spots at the resort to limit interaction. They want each couple to not feel pressured by the others. Right now, nothing is pressuring me except myself. I need to figure out a way to make Hudson’s life miserable.

When I walk past the pool, I can see our table, all decorated with pretty flowers underneath a white canopy. A waiter is already standing there to the side along with the other camera guy, Jean, and unfortunately, Hudson is there, looking at the menu, dressed in a pair of khaki shorts and a light blue, short-sleeved button-down shirt. I wonder what he’s going to say when I tell him who I am.

“Here we go,” I whisper under my breath.

Hudson notices me approaching and quickly gets up to pull out my chair. It takes all I have not to roll my eyes. There’s no way he’s the gentleman he appears to be. That’s not the Hudson I knew in high school. The table is small so there’s no choice but to be close to him.

“You look beautiful this morning,” he tells me, his voice low.

The way he says it sounds sincere, and I can even see it in those steel gray eyes of his. It catches me off guard. “Thanks,” I say as I sit down.

The waiter smiles at us both and takes our order. It feels awkward sitting there with two cameramen around us, but I try my best to ignore them. The itinerary says to act as if they aren’t there. Kind of hard to do. If only I could ignore Hudson. Instead of looking at him, I focus on the crystal blue ocean.

“I know why you were so angry with me last night,” Hudson confides.

My eyes instantly go to his. “I highly doubt that, but you’re more than welcome to enlighten me,” I quip back with a laugh. “This should be good.”

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