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I am the first to arrive at the diner. I request a table in the back and away from the college lunch crowd. I’ve told Robin to head back to work, and that I would text him when I finished.
He wanted to wait, but I refused. The one thing I like about this place is that it has a lot of windows. If any undesirables were to show up, I would see them before they got inside.
Peyton, Holly, and Anne Marie all arrive together. We are on a first name basis now; these women are trophy wives. They never have to work, and their idea of a rough day is getting a chipped nail after having just gotten a manicure.
I used to be like that. Well, minus the husband.
We place our orders and then make small talk. I can tell they have something to say to me. You know that feeling you get when joining people that tells you they just had a conversation about you? Yeah, that’s what’s going on here.
Holly is the first to break the ice. “Oh my god! I must know about Brandon. Is he—well, you know, as well hung as I think? I mean, that outline in his jean is enormous!”
Thankfully, I swallowed the coffee before she asked that. I would have choked on my drink.
Before I can say anything, Peyton jumps in.
“Have you seen his twin brother, Drex? Now that’s a double team right there. I wouldn’t mind being the center of the family sandwich.”
Oh my god, are they doing this? Talking about these men as though they’re nothing but meat? How dare they assume that these men will be there to fuck them!
When Anne Marie starts asking about what they will be getting if they bid, I almost lose all sense and yell at them right there. I can’t help it, though. I know they mean well, and men have done this for years, but I feel emotionally connected to these ten.
“Well, ladies, yes they are well-built, but guess what? They have minds that are just as strong as their bodies. All are college graduates, and some even have a Master’s degree. I have gotten to know them all well, and you would be shocked at how intelligent they are.”
I can’t help defending the men. I know they don’t need me to do that, but I can’t let anyone treat them as though they were just fuck toys.
“Oh, we didn’t mean anything by it, just—well—they are so well-endowed,” Holly says.
That flimsy reason doesn’t excuse what they said about the men. I have already made up my mind. I don’t like any of these women.
“Yeah, well-endowed—unlike your husband, Holly!” Anne Marie says, holding nothing back.
The rest of us laugh at her words.
In the next hour, we decide on our roles and how much to start off the bids, as well as the kind of display the men will be putting on for the crowd. I still don’t like the women, but then again, who wouldn’t talk the way they did about someone they adore?
Chapter 27
Eve
I take one last look in the mirror. This dress is extraordinary. Grecian in style, it fits who and what I am.
I am the keeper of the gods. Eve, the one who took on an army of ten and made them a legend.
Okay, that’s a little corny, but to be honest, it’s the truth.
I smooth the dress down with my hands. The ivory dress fits perfectly. After hours at the tailor, it better.
Tonight is a first for me. I not only helped plan this thing, but I also get to watch the men I care about spend the evening with other women.
It is, of course, for a good charity—and there’s no sex involved.
Since the first time they all had sex with me, I haven’t thought of another man. I can’t. It might not be written in stone, but I was theirs.
The event is packed. People dressed to the nines. There’s more money spent on clothing here than most make in a lifetime. I spent 15 grand on my dress, and I’m sure that’s the average cost these people shelled out once I look through the crowd.
I make small talk, but my eyes are going in every direction. I want to make sure everything goes off without a hitch, but more than that, I want to keep an eye on who wins the bidding.
It worries me that my men would be taken advantage of. I know they can take care of themselves, but I’m still concerned about their welfare.
I take a drink from the tray that’s making its way through the crowd. A glass of champagne is what I need to calm my nerves. I want this to be a success.
I’m like my mother that way. She always was one to take care of others. I want to make sure the Travers name is held in the highest honor.
