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“A trifle, nothing more,” he says as he stands straight. “I have two more questions and then we can decide how to proceed.”
“Um, okay.”
“What would you like me to call you for the evening?”
I swallow and try to think of a name. But my brain is utterly blank at the moment. It goes alongside the waves of numbness, though they’ve slowed down. Right now, most of what I feel is trepidation. The only thought that comes to mind is, “Six.”
“Why did you lie to me about having a dog?”
How in the fuck does he know I lied? “What makes you think I lied about that? I have no reason to lie to you.”
“You have a tell, Six. You said horror movies with no hesitation. Same for green. But when you said you’d had a dog, you sat up straighter, like you were trying to convince me with your confidence. You’ve never done this before, have you?”
“Does it matter?”
He pauses. His voice is tight when he says, “It matters to me.”
Whatever else he’s said tonight, that I believe. “So what if I haven’t? Does that ruin it for you? I’m not as experienced in this realm as you’d hoped?”
He shakes his head. “Not at all.”
“So, you’re more into it if I haven’t done this before? Some kind of conquest thing for you?”
He laughs. “No. Far from it.”
“Then why do you care if I’ve done this before?”
He steps out of the shadows, and I know why he cares. He’s here to torture me.
Chapter 11
JUNE
My heart stops, and when it starts up again, blood rushes through me in a tsunami. I struggle to remain on the bed. I want to run out the door, but being naked stops me from doing so. If this had happened the last time I saw him, I would have been utterly humiliated. Right now, though, all I feel is rage.
I tighten the sheets around me. There should be miles between us, oceans would be better. Right now, the only thing between us is this thin sheet, so I cling to it. “Get the fuck out!”
“No, I won’t be doing that just yet, thank you.”
“What are you doing here, Anderson?”
“You know what I’m doing here, June,” he says with that easy confidence that sets my teeth on edge.
He always had that confidence. Even when we were teenagers in prep school. Back then, he had bullied me into making my teenage years the most miserable they could possibly be. Picking on my frizzy hair, my ample curves, my name. June Devlin became June the Devil, Junior Mints, June bug, and one particularly mean day at lunch, Spoon, for how I was shoveling it in. Anything to make me feel less-than.
Everything Anderson West did, he did it to torture me. I was his favorite to pick on, and I couldn’t tell if it was because I was just that lucky or because I fought back. The other kids he picked on didn’t. But I couldn’t just sit there and take it.
And I’m not taking it today.
“What I know is you better leave right now, or I will call security to drag you out before my date gets here.”
He smirks and shakes his head before running his fingers through his thick, black hair. That smirk makes his bright blue eyes sparkle and a dimple on his cheek deepen. The bastard has grown into his looks—there is no denying that. His tux is missing a bowtie, his shirt open at his throat, framing his muscular neck. From his strong jaw to his athletic body, Anderson West is the quintessential handsome multimillionaire?—
Wait. No. He can’t be my bidder. Life can’t be that cruel. Can it?
“I hate to be the bearer of bad news, June, but I am your winning bidder.”
The news is almost enough to get me out of the sheet, naked or not. I gulp and ask, “You’re East?”
