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I start the auction off at a hundred dollars, and I must say, we’re all shocked when we sell him off for five hundred and sixty dollars to none other than Professor Whitaker. We’re going to rake it in tonight. Coach struts back to his position at the end of the row of Dragons, looking extremely pleased with himself.
I turn my attention back to the boys. “Alright, which one of you misfits is up next?”
A man from the crowd shoots up and hollers, “I wouldn’t mind winning you for the night, Dani.”
The audience breaks into laughter, but Miller’s not having it. He shoots to his feet. “She’s not for sale,” he snaps, staring the man down with unfiltered venom.
The man in the crowd backs off as the women sigh dreamily at Miller’s protective-boyfriend side. The moment he could, Miller made it a well-known fact that we’re together. In fact, after the last four weeks of accepting the inevitable, we have apparently now become the new “it couple” on campus.
FML.
“Cut it out,” I warn playfully. “I don’t know about you, but I’d like to see what kind of dough these boys bring in,” I say, getting right back on point. “Bobby,” I say, looking at the man in question. “Why don’t you lead the team off tonight?” I gesture to the center of the ice. In true Bobby fashion, he groans and makes his way over, though there’s no mistaking the excited sparkle deep within his eyes. In fact, I see it in all of their eyes.
Bobby goes for eight hundred and forty-five dollars and the audience gives a round of applause. The auction moves on steadily with the prices rising higher and higher as I get closer to the seniors.
The boys snicker and giggle to themselves when Jaxon is sold for one thousand, three hundred dollars to Jared. I realize that the team must have put Jared up to it because I know for a fact that he’s crazy in love with his boyfriend and would never bid on Jaxon. I bet the team paid him to do it. My suspicion is confirmed the second I lock eyes with Jared, who gives me the wickedest grin I’ve ever seen.
I roll my eyes and get on with it, excited to see how far we can take this.
As each boy gets auctioned off, I’m left with the Dream Team, Tank and Miller, the two team members who are currently not single. “Okay, ladies and gentlemen, that completes our single volunteers for our ‘One Night With’ auction,” I explain as the audience boos, each and every one of them wanting to get their hands on the two major prizes in the team. “But . . . I have personally spoken to the girlfriends of these two fine specimens, and they have agreed to put their men up for auction,” I tell them, getting cheers and hollers from the crowd while Tank and Miller get out of their chairs to protest. “As long as you horn dogs promise to keep your hands to yourselves,” I warn, causing the crowd to laugh as one.
The boys skate over, and Miller takes the microphone from my hands and flicks the off switch. “No,” he says immediately. “I’m a one-woman man.”
“I second that,” Tank says.
“Quit it,” I say. “Don’t think of it as a date. Just imagine it as spending time with a fan for a good cause. Do it for your team.”
“Fuck the team,” Miller says. “I don’t want to take someone else out.”
I roll my tongue over my bottom lip. “Do this for your team, and I’ll let you claim my ass.”
Miller’s brow arches. “Really?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Fine,” he growls unhappily as Tank groans right along with him. Joke’s on him, though. I would have let him claim my ass anyway.
Miller makes his way back to his seat while Tank stands front and center. The bidding starts straight away, starting at one thousand and getting higher by the second. Fans all around raise their hands over and over, trying their luck at getting their “One Night With” Tank.
Sophie stands by the side, watching with raised brows and her mouth hanging open, much like the rest of us. The figure keeps rising higher and higher, finally coming to a close at three thousand, four hundred and fifty-eight dollars. To think, Sophie gets to take that home for free.
Tank takes his seat, looking extremely impressed with himself, as Miller stands and skates to the center. He glances over at me with regret in his eyes, and I know this is killing him, but I can’t say no. He’s the captain and needs to do this for his team. I blow him a kiss, which seems to brighten his mood.
The Miller Show immediately turns on as he puts on a front for the crowd, showing himself off with the cocky attitude that the crowd truly believes he possesses. They eat it up like he’s their last meal.
