I had a watermelon cooler that exploded on my taste buds while Jackson introduced me to all the guys. I felt a bit out of place, as there wasn't a single girl here. Sean was one of Jackson's closest friends at Uni, and he was just as charismatic as Jackson. The only difference was that he had red hair and freckles dusted his face.

I suddenly had the urge to pee.

Jackson pointed at the front door. "Ask someone as I do not know where the bathroom is in that house."

"You don't pee either. Damn, you are perfect."

Jackson chuckled. "No, I usually grab a tree, Cass."

"Yeah, I can't do that. See you later." I walked toward the front door.

"If you are not back in 15 minutes, I'm going to hunt you down."

"Whatever," I yelled and the guys' bantering started.

I walked through the front door and the nearest blond hair girl gasped. "I found her!" she yelled into a hallway and grabbed my arm, yanking me down the hallway.

Holy crap, how many people know about me? "I only want the bathroom."

"I'm taking you to one."

Did Jackson phone this chick to tell her I wanted to pee?

The girl shoved me into a bathroom filled with other girls. I froze and waved.

"You are so late," a tiny posh girl said. She had a strong British accent. Her hair was short, hugging her neck, and she wore a hula skirt with coconuts over her bikini top.

"Um, I think—"

"No time, arguing. Get going, you need to get dressed."

"Get dressed?"

She planted a similar straw skirt into my hands with two coconut dishes.

"I don't have a bikini."

"Sam," Miss Posh yelled a string of words that sounded like English, but her accent made it slightly harder to decipher. I heard the word cozzy.

In less than a few seconds, a bright neon bikini got pushed in my hands and they all left the bathroom for me to get dressed.

I was too happy to get to the toilet so that I could relieve my bladder.

I laughed. Jackson could've told me they took their dress up parties seriously. I would've brought a bikini and came in a different outfit.

I didn't wear the bottoms and just kept on my boy short panty and wrapped the straw skirt over my waist. I put on the bright pink bikini top and the coconuts.

A knock came from the door and Miss Posh entered with a Cindy Crawford lookalike behind her. They pulled and tugged my straightened hair into a bun and took off my watch and jewelry as another girl started doing my makeup. What the hell was going on?

"Okay, we can finally start," the model said, also wearing a skirt and coconut titties.

Start with what?

I got pulled again behind the tall girl as a creepy chanting sound drummed from the speakers. My heart bounced faster. This shit was straight out of a horror movie.

We reached the front door and a long cue of girls wearing hula skirts and coconut titties stood with lit torches in their hands. I got pushed behind a line of five girls wearing the same outfit as me.

I turned around to Miss Posh. "I think there—"

"Shush, no talking." Cindy Crawford pushed me to follow the other five girls. A crowd of people awaited us outside. Lit torches and palm trees decorated the backyard. My gaze landed on a gigantic rock formation with pink and yellow hibiscus molded into the rocks. Something told me they were fake as I haven't seen the pink ones before.

The rock formation led to a mini volcano that looked extremely real. My heartbeat took up a notch as the girls walked through the cue of people wearing lit torches toward the volcano part.

The first girl in the queue took her place next to one girl on the side, and the girl behind her on the opposite side.

The others gave them lit torches and opened the way for me to the ladder that led up to the top of a volcano.

When Jackson told me they were going to sacrifice a fake virgin, I did not know that I was going to end up being that lucky virgin. He was so dead.

I laughed when I realized there was no way out of this. Just go for it, Cass. I'm sure you would win a few brownie points with Jackson if he sees you wearing this bit of an outfit.

I climbed the stairs as a woman spoke over a loudspeaker. "Welcome to the initiation of Gabrielle Edwards. Miss London will never be the same after her time with our Yankees."

More cheers came.

"Go for it, Darling." Jackson's big mouth yelled. He was such a flirt.

"Our beautiful Gabriella is going to be the president of House Beta." More cheers came.

I reached the top and Miss Posh was flirting back, to whom I assumed was Jackson, while the other girl kept speaking over the speakerphone.

Miss Posh looked at me. "Bloody hell, what took you so long?"

"I think there is a—"

"We don't have all night." She grabbed my hand and yanked me up onto the podium and I glared back at the guys, especially at Jackson.

The idiot did a double take to make sure it was me and I begged him with a scowl to get me off this podium. His lips fanned out into a smile and then he cheered the loudest as the others cracked themselves. So much for coming to look for me after 15 minutes.

"Sacrifice that virgin," Jackson yelled, and I flipped him off.

I looked at Miss Posh, who must be Gabby, and leaned closer.

"There is a mista—"

Loud music played and Miss Posh did a belly roll. A year long belly dancing class made me an expert when I saw one badly performed. Her audience absolutely loved it.

"Dance!" she yelled and stared at me with wide eyes. "Unless you want the fiery pit of Tartarus."

What? I looked down, and my sight landed on the red ooze that filled the pool. Then my gaze darted to the trap door underneath my feet. My hips moved to the beat as my belly twisted into the roll, a stomach workout from hell, doing the best belly dance that would make Chahna proud.

More cheers and whistles filled the air as my stomach protested from the six-month absence of doing one.

I found Miss Posh's eyes on me, more like glaring at me.

Sweetheart, I don't give a shit whose initiation this is. I will not end up in that pool of blob.

Her jaw muscles pumped as she tried to outperform me and ended up doing something that resembled wobbling jelly.

I pressed my lips tighter against each other to suppress my laugh, and then my trap door opened. A shriek escaped my lips and echoed through the tube. My stomach dipped and the sleek slide glided against my back.

I landed with a thud into the blob. At first it was fine, just a yucky oozy feeling covering the lower part of my body, but then everything was on fire.

The smell of chillies burned my nostrils, and I grunted as I tried to get myself to the edge of the pool.

Are these people crazy? Hot sauce!

My eyes burned and not to speak about my Vajayjay and butt hole. Jackson stood on the side, laughing.

"Get me out of here, it's fucking hot sauce!"

"What?" The smile left his lips as he jumped over the rock formation onto the side of the pool and reached for me.

His grip was tight around my arm and he pulled me out like I weighed nothing.

"Owe, owe, owe," I chanted and waved as if a swarm of bees attacked my crotch, not that it was going to help one bit. I tried to smear the hot sauce off my body and legs.

Cold water drenched me, and I gasped for air, until I realized the cold actually helped with the burning sensation.

The cheers and music blared against my ears as Cindy Crawford yelled from a few yards on my left. "What were you doing up there? You weren't supposed to out—"

"Tammy, hot sauce, are you insane!" Jackson roared, who was standing behind the hose.

"You came," she shrieked and jumped on the spot. "Relax, she knows, we told her."

"I'm his cousin! I tried to tell you I'm not the girl you thought I am." My hands swiped at the hot sauce underneath the water. The word cousin just flew from my lips. Jackson gave her a glare.

"Oh, fuck. I'm sorry, Jackson."

"Why are you apologizing to him? I'm the one on fire!" Water dripped from my body as Jackson turned off the hose and rushed toward me.

"Shower, now, and get me an ice pack, Tammy, something freezing," Jackson barked and lifted me over his shoulder, rushing with huge strides to the entrance.

The music stopped playing as we reached the entrance.

"Ow, ow, ow." My body pulsed and burned like fire with every step Jackson took.

"Cousin?" he asked me.

"Sean warned me."

"Why does everyone feel like they have to warn you?"

"Don't make me laugh. I'm literally on fire." The heat was twenty thousand times worse, and I tried to push the tears back that pricked my eyes.

"Sorry." He snorted, "But you really fucking shook it up there. You made me hard."

"Jackson!" I punched him on his back. He rushed into the bathroom and put me into the shower, opening the taps.

I pulled off the skirt. "Get out!"

"You sure you want me to get out. I have medical experience."

"Get out, Jackson!" I pushed him toward the door, but I saw the body check he gave me. Tammy entered and had a bag of frozen peas in her hand.

I yanked the peas out of her grasp and pushed them down into my panties before yanking them off.

These poor peas would never be the same after this.

"I'm so sorry," Tammy said as the door opened.

"Get out!" I yelled.

"It's only Gabby, relax."

"Shit, you are not the girl that was supposed to be sacrificed?" Gabby asked. Her brown eyes were as huge as orbs.

"I tried to tell both of you."

"It's Jackson's cousin," Tammy said.

"I'm so sorry, darling."

Fuck your darling, you crazy bitch. 

The burn didn't want to go away. "It's not helping."

"I'll ask Jackson." Gabby left, and I washed with cold water. I never had an entourage while showering.

This was the worst date ever.

***

Jackson took me to the emergency room to make sure that I was okay. After a lot of humiliation, flaring my legs open to a man I'd never met before, and another shower at the hospital, Jackson stopped at a Walmart and told me to stay put.

It was still burning. Tears pricked into my eyes, wondering how long I was going to walk as a flaming BBQ chicken. 

Jackson returned with a trolley full of milk cartons and opened the back and chucked it in his trunk. What in the name was he doing now?

I kept staring at him through the rear-view mirror. A Raven wave of hair fell over a thick dark eyebrow. His nose had a slight aquiline shape. Not to mention his luscious, sultry lips. Fuck, he was hot.

He shut the boot and climbed into the driver's side.

I was curious about the milk, but didn't want to ask. I just wanted to get home and hoped that Em knew what the hell to do to get rid of the burn.

He stopped in front of a motel.

"Jackson!"

"What?"

"You have the nerve, it's not even date one."

He laughed. "You seriously think that I want to push my winky into a tunnel filled with hot sauce."

I couldn't help but bark my laughter. "Why does it still burn?"

"Hopefully, the milk bath will help."

"Oh, lovely. I always wanted to know what Cleopatra felt like."

"Haha, I'm going to get a room." He jumped out and rushed to the office. A milk bath. My lips curved slightly, knowing that the date wasn't over yet, but the smile slowly disappeared. Fuck, being alone with Jackson for an entire night was not the best idea either.

He rushed back and climbed inside, then drove down toward the part of the parking area where the room was situated.

"Get out," he said, and I opened my door. I climbed out and with every movement, the burning sensation flared up again. Oh man, when was this going to feel better.

The room was cozy, with a double bed and blue patterned wallpaper. A TV sat on a table and a small dining table with two chairs took space in front of the window.

Jackson carried the milk into the room and plopped the cartons on the bed.

"Go fill the bath with hot water, only hot water."

I nodded and walked like a penguin to the bathroom, making him chuckle again.

"It's not funny. I love hot sauce but not inside of me."

More laughter came from outside the room as I walked into the bathroom. There was a shower, a bath, and a sink—nothing fancy.

I bent down and opened the warm water tap, after I plopped in the plug. My legs were still red from the hot sauce, or maybe it was a rash. Could this get any worse?

Steam fogged up the mirror and glistened against the walls.

Then Jackson started pouring in one carton after the other, turning the water white. When the bathtub was halfway full, I closed the taps.

The water was boiling hot, and I helped him with pouring in the milk.

When it was a pleasant temperature, Jackson left the bathroom. "I'm going to pick up something to eat and get some clothes."

"Thanks." I closed the door and disrobed. I didn't wear any panties, hot sauce ruined mine. The water felt heavenly as I sunk into it and prayed that the milk was going to help.

My butthole and vajayjay were still pulsing, but it wasn't as painful as it was inside that pool. This felt like heaven.

I lifted my arms, and the milk turned my skin pallid. It felt nice. No wonder old Cleo just wanted to bathe in milk. It felt soft on my skin and the pulsing down my crotch area grew softer.

I laid back with my hair still in a messy bun and closed my eyes. My thoughts quietened and I must have drifted away for a few minutes. They flew open when Jackson strolled into the bathroom.

"Do you mind?"

Jackson chuckled. "What? It's not like I haven't seen boobies before, Cass, and the water is white. I can't see shit." He washed his hands. "How do you feel?"

"Better, thanks." The heat flushed my cheeks. This guy was something else.

He came to sit on the floor with his back resting against the bathtub, laughing through closed lips.

"It's not funny."

"The burning part, I agree, but man, you looked hot up there on that podium."

"Shut up."

"Why didn't you tell them?"

"I tried, many times." I raised my eyebrows. "They kept telling me to shush, and when I reached the volcano part, well, I just went with it."

"You just went with it?" The corner of his lips curved.

"What choice did I have? They didn't want to listen."

"You could've just stormed out of there, Cass."

"Yeah, not with Miss Posh and Cindy Crawford."

"Miss Posh, let me guess, Gabby."

"Yup." I laughed. "Okay, it was a little funny and probably a date I'm never going to forget."

"I'm sure you won't, cuz."

"Shut up. It just slipped out."

"Mmm, I'm sure they would've thought the family was dysfunctional if we'd kissed."

"Nothing to spice up the evening with a bit of Game of Thrones."

Jackson laughed and then moved his face closer to me. My heart stammered inside my chest as flushes of that night seeped through my memory.

Soft lips brushed against mine. His tongue slipped through as his mouth pried mine open. I didn't care if I was naked anymore. The kiss transported me away to my happy place. One that I didn't know existed.

Don't lose your heart, Cass. It's just a kiss. Enjoy it for what it is.

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