Jett wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting when he had decided to approach Anna, but the strange look she gave him definitely wasn’t it. He tilted his head slightly, wondering what he’d done to warrant the expression. Retracing his steps, all he had done was walk up, sit down, order some food, and strike up a conversation with a familiar face. He hadn’t done anything [i]that[/i] out of place, right? For a fleeting moment, he worried that he had bad breath or something. After all, he’d had quite a few drinks the night before, and he hadn’t thought to use any mouthwash the next morning. It wouldn’t have been that shocking to find out that toothpaste alone hadn’t been enough to get rid of the beast that was alcohol breath. He nearly leaned away from her in case she really had looked at him funny because he had bad hygiene.

Luckily for him, it seemed like his guess was wrong. Jett cracked an amused smile when Anna made a comment about the drink he had just ordered, acting like it was too early in the morning for mimosas. He nearly laughed at that. Who in their right mind drank mimosas [i]after[/i] ten in the morning? Everyone knew the orange juice was just an excuse to get champagne-drunk before noon under the guise of being classy. It was a classic vacation move, and it was one that he intended to take advantage of while he didn’t have a manager breathing down his neck about ‘maintaining a proper image.’ Of course, he didn’t plan to make a total idiot of himself, but a little bad publicity never hurt anyone—honestly, it would probably bring in more fans. So why not have a little fun?

“Are you kidding? The view here knocks my street-view of Manhattan out of the park,” Jett said in answer to her question. He turned away from Anna when the chef brought over his breakfast, only pausing in their conversation to offer her a quick ‘thanks,’ and take a sip of the mimosa. Like everything else in this paradise house, the drink was excellent. The orange juice was freshly squeezed—not the usual concentrate from a container—and the champagne had to have been from a thirty-dollar bottle, at least. Not only was the flavor good, but it was also a little stronger than other champagnes he’d had at various hotels, and it fizzed pleasantly on his tongue. [i]I have a feeling I’m going to be ordering one of these every morning.[/i]

“Judge me all you want, but I know I’m doing this thing right,” Jett added, shooting Anna a wry smirk and taking another swig of his drink. Maybe he came off as a bit of an alcoholic after drinking both the night before and the morning after, but he didn’t care. He was a social drinker, so he found it fun to be a little buzzed when he was hanging around so many people. Besides, the contract he’d signed when he had joined this show stated that all of their expenses within the boundaries of the property would be covered by production. That meant free booze. Who didn’t like free booze? Definitely not Jett. He was going to milk this for all it was worth. Perhaps he would slow down as the novelty wore off, but they were only on day two in this luxury mansion. Right now, it was still new and exciting.

He casted Anna a sideways glance. Despite the poke she’d made at his drinking habits, she seemed like the type to enjoy doing things a little out of the ordinary. Honestly, most of the people on this cast did. It was probably how they’d gotten selected in the first place, since ‘abnormal’ got more views on a show like this. She had been interested enough in trying new things last night—the fact that she’d kept up with him while dancing was proof enough of that—so maybe he could play on that trait a little more now.

“This is actually pretty good,” Jett mused, sliding his glass across the granite countertop toward Anna with a hint of challenge in his eyes. “Try it. I guarantee it’ll be the best mimosa you’ve ever had.”