Hunter Fields was a linebacker for the Steel Titans. In addition to him and Anker, Ceci also recognized the voice of Duncan Brown, power forward for the Thunderbirds and F2 driver, Tilney. They were all professional athletes. Dates with each were being auctioned off to the highest bidder, the money going to charity.
“Maybe we should make a wager on who garners the highest bid.”
Anker.
Cocky as usual. No doubt, he was certain it would be him.
“I care less about the dollar figure and more about the figure of the bidder,” Tilney said.
“Why?” Hunter asked. “Because you expect something to happen after you’ve wined and dined her? This is for charity. I don’t think you can expect more than dinner with a woman who’ll expect you to charm and amuse her.”
“Amuse her with what?” Duncan asked.
Anker chuckled. “Your stats.”
“Aw,” Tilney boomed, “well, in that case.”
“Stop waving your pecker around, Tilney. You almost doused my shoes.”
“Hunter’s right, dude,” Duncan said. “I mean, some of these women are married.”
“I fail to see your point.”
“You need to be put on a leash, Tilney.”
“I’m just saying, with some of the bidders, I think I can expect more than just dinner. Or they can. I’m sure there are some of them that’ll be looking for dessert. Like your boss, Anker. I wouldn’t mind if she was the one to bid on me. She’s thirsty. At least from what I hear.”
“I don’t have a boss,” grumbled Anker.
“We all have bosses,” Hunter said. “Yours just happens to have curves and a temper.”
“I wouldn’t mind experiencing that temper beneath the sheets,” said Tilney. “I’ve got nothing but admiration for the girl, the way she and you took that uptight superior Clarke out at Silverstone last season.”
Ceci waited. She was curious to hear Anker’s response, but he remained silent.
“She’s feisty,” Hunter said.
“Yeah,” Duncan agreed. “I can’t tell if the things that come out of that luscious mouth are serious or her version of flirting.”
“Foreplay, I think.”
“Really?”
“She seems like the kind of girl who would throw you down and have her way with you.”
“You’re probably right. And if you didn’t cooperate, she’d beat you into submission.”
“As I said, foreplay.”
More laughter.
“Don’t say anything that will make me feel obligated to beat any of you into submission,” Anker said.
“She’s not your sister,” Tilney said. “Besides, you can hardly blame a guy. Not given the vibe she puts out.”
The door opened. That was followed by a fresh set of footsteps.
“I mean it’s not as though you’re agentleman,” Tilney said in a mocking tone.
