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off of some married woman on the casino floor…
    “Laney!”
    I gasp as I see Travis’ huge shadow on the other side of the shower curtain.
    “Travis!” I poke my head out from around the curtain, hugging it protectively around the rest of my body. “You can’t just come in while I’m taking a shower!”
    “Why? You’re not touching yourself, are you? Totally understandable, after what happened last night.”
    “Don’t be disgusting! Get out!”
    Travis puts his finger gently up to my lips.
    “There’s someone from the casino out there, and they think we’re married.”
    “So? Can they take it back?”
    “Maybe. But you should probably come out and hear what she has to say.”
    I roll my eyes and twist the water off, reaching through the curtain so Travis can hand me a towel.
    There’s a heavily made up blonde woman in the bedroom, and she flashes me a knowing smile as I walk in. She looks familiar…I think she was our waitress last night?
    “Hey, you two, how was your first night as husband and wife? I hope I’m not interrupting anything…” She looks at my thrown-on clothes and winks at me.
    “No, perfect timing. I was just about to join Laney here for a nice, long shower.”
    Travis wraps his arm around me, with his hand resting dangerously low on my side. Waitress or no waitress, if that hand gets any closer to my butt I’m going to punch him hard in the balls.
    “Well, I definitely don’t want to keep her waiting, so I’ll make it quick.”
    She pulls out two plane tickets. “I’m very happy to announce that you two are one of the ten lucky couples who are going on an all expenses paid honeymoon to the Royal Shores Hotel!”
    I gasp as a couple blurry memories of last night come back. That must be why I married Travis! I wanted to win this contest so I could get into the Royal Shores…
    “Holy shit, Laney, just like you wanted!”
    “Uh…yeah…thanks!”
    The waitress hands one ticket to me and one ticket to Travis. Then, she leans in close to me and lowers her voice. “See? I told you nothing’s up to chance here. Now you get to spend two whole weeks with this hottie and get away from work.”
    Travis’ hand slides even lower, well into ball-punching territory, and my eyes get huge.
    “Thanks!” I squeak, “I can’t wait.”
    The waitress looks down at Travis’ hand, and gives me a knowing look. “Well, I’d better leave you to it. Have fun in the shower!”
    Travis smirks. I can feel him trying to hold in his laughter as he hugs me to his shirtless body. “Oh, we definitely will.”
    And just like that, the waitress is gone.
    It’s a good thing, too, because Travis cracks up the second she leaves.
    “Okay, I remember what happened now. You were talking about how you needed a scoop to get promoted at work. Then, you saw a brochure for a contest where you could win a trip to Royal Shores and you were like ‘Oh my god, Travis, please marry me! Please make me your wife!”
    I squirm out of Travis’ grasp. “That’s not what happened!”
    At least, I hope it wasn’t.
    “Whatever you say, sis. But look!” Travis holds up his ticket. “We actually fucking won! Now you can find some celebrities hooking up, write an article about it, and move out of Nina’s with the money!”
    It’s all getting clearer now. I didn’t marry Travis because I subconsciously want to fuck him, I married him for these tickets. But is it worth it? Sure, a career-making scoop is pretty much guaranteed at Royal Shores, but to get it, I’ll have to spend two weeks with Travis . I’ve spent less than a day with Travis, and he’s already aggressively hit on me about a hundred times, and he told that waitress we were about to fuck in the shower. If we go to Royal Shores, I’ll have to pretend to be in love with him. For two whole weeks.
    And if we get caught, well, I don’t even want to think about what would happen. Nina would freak. So would, well, the entire world. Travis Carter marrying his