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I blink, staring at him like an animal caught in the headlights, feeling more helpless than I’ve ever felt in my life.
He takes another step towards me and reaches out, laying a hand on my shoulder.
His touch repulses me. His hand is warm, but it might as well be a snake tongue caressing my skin for how much I enjoy it. I pull away from him.
“It is none of your business what happens between me and—”my husband. That is what I want to say. Instead, I swallow the words. “Between me and another guest.”
“It’s okay. You can tell me if you enjoyed it,” he says softly. “I’m not a jealous man. Just ask my friends. I always share.”
My stomach turns.
Luka has to get me out of here. I’ve known that since the moment he arrived, but this man is driving the idea home for me. I can’t go with someone else. There is no telling how long I’d survive being passed between this cretin and his friends.
Then, he brings his hand up to my neck, rubbing his thumb down to my collarbone. “Or maybe you don’t want to admit that it was bad. That’s okay. I’m sure it was no fault of your own. I mean, how could a woman like you ever disappoint? If he didn’t treat you right, I promise I will. I’ll make sure you have a good time.”
This man has no idea exactly how good it is with Luka. He has no idea how good it can be with someone because, clearly, he has never known what it is to be in love.
If he did, he wouldn’t be here at this auction to buy himself a good time.
“Perhaps,” he says, moving in even closer until there is just a breath between us. “You can give me a little taste of what I’m missing. A little encouragement for the auction tonight.”
I close my fist, ready to knock him in the nose, but I can’t. As much as I want to, it will only cause more trouble for me later.
He closes his eyes and leans down, expecting me to listen to him. To do whatever he asks because he would rather have a sex doll than a real human woman.
Instead, I do the only thing I can think to do and grab the cleaning bottle from the countertop and spray the stream directly at his crotch. I only realize when he yelps because he never put himself away after using the restroom.
Apparently, he wanted much more than a little bit of encouragement. He wanted a free sample. And instead, he just received a chemical mist to his most sensitive member.
The man jumps back and begins fanning his crotch, unsure what to do, and I take the opportunity to dart past him and back into the hallway.
I can still hear him mumbling and bumping into things in the bathroom, and I book it down the hallway, walking as fast as I can without breaking into a full-out run. When I reach the end of the hallway, I turn towards what I hope is the lounge area, but I stop short at the sight of two people standing close together at the end of the hallway.
I see Maddie’s wild flames of red hair first. She left it loose around her shoulders today rather than pulled back. It looks nice.
Then, she moves slightly, and I recognize Luka standing next to her.
He has his mask on, but I can see the firm set to his mouth. He is frustrated and doing his best to hold it in.
My heart trips at the idea of him sneaking around in hallways with Maddie, but as soon as the idea pops into my mind, I push it away.
He wasn’t sneaking. He told me Maddie talked to him the day before. He told me what she wanted and how he felt about it. Luka has been open with me, so there is no reason for me to doubt him.
With that in my mind, I walk down the hallway towards them, waving when Luka looks over Maddie’s shoulder and sees me.
Relief washes across his features, and I chastise myself for ever doubting him.
When Maddie sees his attention is elsewhere, she turns around and narrows her eyes at me.
“I thought you were supposed to be dusting,” she bites.
“Finished.” I smile, hoping to soften her anger, but it seems to only sharpen it.
When I stop next to their group, Luka takes a silent step towards me, and Maddie notices.
“I was just having a conversation with our guest here,” she hints, nodding her head towards the lounge. “Maybe we can catch up with you inside.”
“I think we were about done,” Luka says. His tone is harsh, but the words are gentle. He is trying to be kind to her. For me.
