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“Keep it,” said Ross. “It’s all yours. Throw it into New River for all I care.”
“What auction?”Angel asked when Ross tossed the phone back on the bed. He stared at it for half a minute before replying.
“Rowanville High Society hosts it every year. I’m one of the charter members, and so was Tina’s dad,” he explained, glancing at the clock.
“How do you become a charter member?” Angel asked.
“You waste money on a membership. Sweetheart, can you get me a white shirt from the closet?”
“What do they auction? Damn, you got a lot of clothes!”
She brought the shirt.
“It’s an art auction,” Ross explained.
“What!” Angel’s eyes lit up. “Can I come?”
Ross said, “No.”
“Why not? You think I’ll embarrass you?”
That was exactly what he’d thought. Ross bit his tongue. His brothers often accused him of being a snob and forgetting his roots. Maybe he should bring her— even if it would be playing right into Tina’s hands. Without question she wanted to make a scene with him and Angel.
Ross was in no way threatened by Tina. He hoped she understood their past connection meant nothing now and if she tried anything shady he would destroy her.
He mourned the past, but the future was here, with all its promise and beauty. Seeing Tina next to Angel drove home that all he had ever wanted was the pure, true thing. He felt zero attraction to Tina. In contrast, all he wanted was to spread open Angel every way imaginable on every surface of his house, and every house he owned…And bring her into his life, showing her the finer things she’d never experienced. Almost like Manny had planted a suggestion in Ross’s mind, his thoughts continued the course to marriage, children, a lifetime of happiness.
Fool. She hasn’t been at your house for three days, you’ve already tried to get her pregnant and now you’re talking love and marriage.
“Please. I won’t talk or anything,” Angel promised, still badgering him about the auction.
He cupped her chin. “But I love when you talk. Give yourself more credit for the way you thoroughly dragged my taste.”
“Ross! I’m serious— please take me with you. Please— I’d love to see some more art.”
More so than Elroy’s, the Auction separated the wheat from the chaff when it came to Ross’s corner of the Southern Elite. A somewhat older, stricter crowd who ran some of the biggest businesses in Virginia and her neighbors usually attended. These people were generally intolerant and racist. Angel would cause a stir. Her hair alone would draw stares— many unwelcome— and Ross would be a feature in their gossip until someone else did something mildly different from their standards and they seized on the new target.
The devil on Ross’s shoulder urged him on. Why not take Angel? The girl wasn’t an entire ignoramus. In fact she was a damned good artist who made blunt and honest assessments. She could hold her own with the pretenders— she wouldn’t let them intimidate her, though she lacked confidence for now.
A scheme began to hatch in Ross’s mind as his eyes fell on her old sketchbook where it rested on the marble nightstand.
He looked at her from the corner of his eye. “You really want to come?”
“Of course. Please?” She looked away. “Unless you wanted that to be part of our agreement…Me staying here with my legs open.”
“I haven’t ruled that out.”
Her lashes fluttered.
“Which reminds me, darlin’… We’ll need a contract.”
“I gave you my word,” Angel said. “My word is bond. I said I wasn’t gonna run, I was gonna take your deal. I even let you fuck on me without protection.” She dipped a hand between her legs and brought it up shiny and sticky, showing him.
Ross grabbed her wrist and kissed the inside.
Her hand slipped inside her panties again. Was she using his cum to stroke herself?Christ I could spend all day with her…
“You never talked to me about no contract when you were rubbing this dick on my backside.”
