True to their word, minutes after Luke got out of the shower, Pen and Jay appeared at his door, loaded down with shopping bags. By the time they’d finally finished with him, he could wear a new article of clothing every day for the rest of the month.

Luke adjusted a sleeve on the shirt Penelope had picked for him to wear tonight. Unlike the one he’d borrowed from Vijay, this one was his actual size. But it still didn’t fit right; shirts rarely did. He tugged at the cuff again. Jay suggested Luke should get some custom made by a tailor and he’d snorted with laughter at the idea. “Modeling” outfits for the two of them had been insufferable enough.

Even after a solid hour of that torture, there were still a few hours to go before dinner, and Luke was starving. He headed to the staff kitchen for a snack. Scrounging up a box of crackers, Luke wandered into the game room. A handful of employees were scattered about the space, eating a late lunch and chatting or watching TV. Over in one corner, reading a magazine with his feet propped on the seat next to him, was Zach.

Temper flaring, Luke knocked the magazine out of the actor’s hands.

“Something on your mind?” Zach leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms, the sleeves of his T-shirt straining against his biceps.

Grabbing the back of the chair holding Zach’s feet, Luke yanked. “You missed the walking tour.” He took a seat in the now empty chair and folded his hands. He would keep his promise to Penelope and wouldn’t touch pretty boy’s face, but Luke couldn’t resist putting him in his place. “I don’t care what you do on your free time, but right now, you’re on my time. The resort’s time. You’re not a player, you’re a performer. Participation is not optional.”

“I did you a favor.”

“Pardon?”

“By skipping that whole traipsing-through-the-forest thing.” Zach leaned forward. “Look, I’m supposed to be charming the blond one. Bridget, right?”

“Something like that.”

“How well is that going to go if we start by spending an entire day together?”

“Your charm runs out that fast, does it?” Luke smirked.

“Hardly.” Zach smirked right back. “I don’t want to overpower her. She got her first taste of Zach cake last night at the cocktail party. And a second helping this morning at breakfast. I bet she’s been thinking of me all day. And now, I bet she can’t wait to see me again.”

He can’t be serious. Luke’s lip curled in distaste “Please don’t ever use the term Zach cake ever again.”

“This is basic stuff, man. Romance one oh one. Whet their appetite, then leave them hungry for more.”