Inheriting 46.2 billion dollars means you cant catch a break. You get stalked and followed almost everywhere. New heiress of Tobias Hawthorne's fortune. Normal city girl now famous. You hate it.

So to get away you, Jameson, Grayson, Thea, Rebecca, Max, Oren, Alisa, and Eli are staying at True North for the weekend to try and figure out what Tobias Hawthorne meant when he left Skye a compass. You were hanging out in your room on the first night when Max, your best friend for life, barges in. Max: "Jameson Hawthorne is in the hot tub!" You: "And?" Max: "Did you hear me? Jameson Hawthorne is in the hot tub. This is a DEFCON-faxing-one situation." You: "What is it with you and Jameson?" Max: "What is it with you and Jameson?" You: "Oh shut it." Max: "Anyways, Jameson Hawthorne is in the hot tub. What you going to do about it?"

Alisa gives you clothes to wear while in the hot tub. A black bikini trimmed with gold. You put it on reluctantly and then cover yourself with a robe then go out. You walk over to the hot tub and see Jameson. He's nearly completely submerged with only his face pointed skyward, the lines of his neck, and the barest hint of his shoulders. You: "You look like you're thinking." You go to the spot of the hot tub farthest from him and pull your robe up slightly before sinking your legs in. Jameson: "I'm always thinking, Heiress. That's why you love me." You were too cold but shed your robe anyways and slipped into the hot water. Jameson's eyes landed on you. Jameson: "Any guesses on what im thinking about?" You: "The ring." Jameson: "Its the obvious next step, but getting it from Zara could be a challenge." You: "You like a challenge." Jameson moved closer to you. Jameson: "I do. Hawthorne house had a vault. But even I dont know its location." You: "How is that possible?" He shrugged. You looked down, suddenly aware of how little the swimsuit covered. He lifted his arm but just let it float. Not touching yours. Jameson: "What are you thinking about?" You let your hand brush against his. You: "Not the ring." There was only one thing you wanted. You moved closer to him. The rest of the space between you two now gone. You brought you lips to his and he kissed you, hard. You kissed back. His hands went to the sides of your face, yours buried in his hair. You: "This isn't real..." He moves his lips to your neck. Jameson: "Seems pretty real to me." You: "Nothing ever feels real to you. This... us... It doesn't have to be anything other than what it is. No messy feelings. No obligations. No promises. No expectations." Jameson: "Just this." Without warning, he stops. Jameson: "Dont move. Oren?" Oren: "Got it. Eli, go!" Eli runs into the woods, chasing someone. The next thing you feel is your head of security pulling you out of the pool. He leads you into the house, Jameson following. Grayson and Max walk out. Someone puts a towel around you. Not Grayson. Not Jameson. You: "Who was that? Paparazzi? Did he take pictures?" Oren didn't reply.