Zoe â his Zoe â he would have picked someone else to fill the fourth spot on that team. After all, this wasnât a dating show and he certainly hadnât been trying to fix anyone up with Zoe ⦠himself not included.
Zoe was here to host and hopefully fall for him just as much as heâd already fallen her. Heâd wanted to be with her for so long. He was tired of waiting for his chance with her and there was no way heâd let some new guy waltz into her life and take away his chance now.
She was definitely not here to fall for some random jerk who got off on fishing and shooting things. Zoe wouldnât go for that kind of guy anyway. She was way too high maintenance for that lifestyle. Being at base camp was even pushing her to her limits. A guy like this one â huge, scruffy beard, and who probably wouldnât miss not having a shower all that much â was not her kind of guy.
And yet there she was with him, laughing at his unfunny jokes and acting like he was some kind of Hollywood heartthrob. It didnât make sense.
It also pissed him right the hell off.
But he was the producer and she was the host who was currently doing her job. Why she had to be so goddamn charismatic on TV at this particular moment, he didnât know.
âRick, youâre too much.â She giggled.
She. Giggled.
Zoe Oliver never giggled. The only time heâd heard that sound come out of her body was when sheâd been trying to win the affections of Brad from
The One
. Was she trying to win Rickâs affections too?
Chip cursed under his breath. Thank goodness he was far enough away from the cameras and never wore a mic pack. He really didnât need that heard by the world.
âYouâre right, I am too much for most girls, baby, but I think you can handle me. Why donât you come back here tonight and weâll test my theory?â
Holy shit. Really? How did he pass the screening test and why the hell wasnât Zoe bothered by that comment?
âI canât tonight. But Iâll keep your offer in mind.â
Rick whispered something in her ear. Chip found himself walking toward Zoe on instinct.
âZoe, we still have other camps to visit tonight before it gets too late. We really should head out.â
Zoe pulled back from Rick, giving him a flirtatious smile.
Why didnât she look at Chip that way? Heâd been waiting for that look the entire day and nothing. But five minutes with Mr. Wilderness and she was flirting up a storm.
âIâve got to go and youâve got to start behaving yourself or Iâll be kicked off the show and youâll get a new host.â Zoeâs tone was teasing.
âWell, we canât have that now can we, baby.â Rick winked. âIâll be good ⦠until you ask me not to be.â
Zoe gave Rick one last look then waved at the rest of the team. âSee you guys tomorrow at the new location on the map. Try to get a good nightâs sleep. Youâre going to need it.â
It was the same way sheâd said goodbye at the other camps, just as heâd directed her to before they left base camp earlier. It was the perfect line to lead into the next challenge when they edited the clips together for the show and promo spots.
If only he could think of the perfect line for himself that would lead to him being on the receiving end of Zoeâs flirtatious nature.
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Zoe nodded her head and tried her best to look interested while the fifth and final team showed her around their camp. The four men, all rowing buddies on an Ivy League team, were pretty darn proud of the job theyâd done around camp. And they had every right to be proud. There progress on setting up camp was amazing.
Like the other teams, theyâd made a fire and pitched their tents, but this team had also dug a latrine, organized and stored their food, and started building furniture out of logs and