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This is bad. Of course, Cordelia and I factored in that the men here could know Dad. I’d be able to guess that might happen just from the type of wealth this event would attract.
We didn’t think it would be a problem because nobody knows me.
Georgiou and Henry don’t know who I am either. But if they buy me, the fact that they are so close to Dad is the danger.
They go to my home to meet with him.
I look them over, doing my best not to appear so obvious, but I can’t help it because the other thing I notice is that only one of them has a bid paddle. Every man seated before me is participating in the auction. There are no guests or observers. Where there’s a bid paddle between two guys, it means they’re sharing.
As in actual sharing the woman they buy. As in, they both get to have sex with her.
The thought of them both taking me sends a shiver of fire through my body.
A fire that’s consuming and leaves my mouth drier than any desert.
Arousal claws through me, and at the same time, I feel like I’m trapped in a
web of shit, and I got myself into this mess.
I tear my eyes away from them and school my thoughts when a man from the back row makes the first bid.
It’s two hundred thousand.
I’m so shocked by the bid that I gaze ahead at him and see he’s a James Bond look-alike with a deadly stare. He even had the British accent to add to the package.
There are a lot more men in here than I realize. There are at least sixty.
Someone outbids James Bond taking the current bid to two-hundred and five grand.
My bidder is an elderly Italian man. He looks like the kind of man who would work for my father too, like a client at the bank. It is no wonder why I’ll have to disappear after this.
It would ruin Dad if this got out.
James Bond outbids him taking the bid to three hundred grand.
While I would prefer the British-looking James Bond lookalike, I have to admit that something stabs at my heart because Georgiou and Henry didn’t bid on me.
That’s the last thing I should be worried about now—the very last.
The sinking feeling comes because it means for all the years I’ve been fascinated with them, I was foolish. Very foolish, and I’m still foolish now for not seeing the bright side to this.
If James Bond wins me, chances are he doesn’t work for Dad, and I won’t have to lie too much.
It’s all bad no matter what I do because I don’t want to do this at all, and it’s going to be worse with a man who I don’t know at all.
My bid goes up to three-fifty, and I expect it to cap out at that. There’s no way anyone is going to outdo that. At three-fifty, I’d have more than enough money to disappear for good.Disappear forever.
I should be happy. In the background, I’m sure Cordelia can see what’s going on. I doubt she can see Georgiou or Henry, so she must be doing the happy dance.
Gina checks to see if there’s anyone else to challenge James Bond at three-fifty and when nobody answers, she says, “going once.”
“Going twice,” she adds with a vibrant smile.
“Five hundred thousand,” comes a voice from my left.
I snap my head around so fast my neck feels like it might break.
The voice belonged to Henry, who has the bidding paddle.
