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I do as she says. She tugs at a couple of bits of fabric, straightening some of the lines. “Perfect. Not a hint of VPL. You look good enough to eat. I’m so going to win our bet.”
“We’ll see.”
My phone buzzes. “My ride is here,” I say, glancing down at the screen. “Wish me luck.”
“Good luck. Knock ‘em dead.”
Fourteen
Vincenzo
Idon’t plan on the evening ending the way it does. I guess even in a predictable life like mine, the universe can still send you some surprises.
The first surprise is when she arrives. I’m waiting for her by the wide open front doors, listening to the mayor droning on about why he’s going to be late paying me back, begging me for more time.
“I don’t care,” I tell him. “Get me the money or the city finds out about your sniff sniff habit.” I wave for one of my people to take him away. They come over and guide him inside, leaving me to watch her emerging from the limousine at the end of the red carpet.
Flash bulbs pop until the photographers realize she’s not famous. They start talking amongst themselves and I have to resist breaking a few of their skulls. How can they not see she’s more beautiful than any of the others already inside?
The dress looks stunning on her. I can see her every curve and I can tell, even from here, she’s wearing the thong I sent her. No bra. A dress like that can’t handle one. Her breasts are full and I get a sudden urge to spray them with my cum right here in front of everyone, show the world that she belongs to me.
Her hair looks good, a chignon that works well with her understated makeup decisions. The necklace I sent her is sparkling in the lights set up above the carpet. My cock stiffens at the sight of her. I’m not going to be able to resist her for long.
Luckily, I won’t have to.
She walks along the carpet with Rocky guiding her. He hands her off to me with a nod before returning to the car.
“Good evening,” I say, taking her hand and leading her inside. “Thank you for coming.”
“Hey, you invited me. Not sure I belong here though. Was that the Vice President I saw just as I got here?”
“There are a lot of people here. It’s hard to remember exactly who I invited.”
“You invited them all? Is this your auction?”
“I’m letting the foundation use my house for their auction tonight.”
“Charged them to use it, I bet.”
“All the money raised is going to help fund art groups around the country. Not to me.”
She stops dead, looking at the paintings on the wall beside her. “So this is your house?”
“One of them.”
“One of them? This isn’t the one I left yesterday. How many do you have?”
“Enough. You sound shocked.”
“Who are you?”
“You know who I am.”
She shakes her head. “I know who I thought you were. I thought you were a businessman but you’re more than that.”
She looks past me into the auction room. “I can see the vice president, the mayor, at least three senators. Enough Oscar winners to make me wish I brought my autograph book. The heads of three … no, four fashion houses. Not to mention enough artists to repopulate the Louvre. They wouldn’t just come here for any old businessman. How did you make this happen? What’s so special about you?”
“They’re not here for me. They’re here for the auction.”
