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“Why?” Jack’s brow furrows as he rubs his other hand over the skin I touched.
“I’m supposed to have my time on stage. I’m supposed to get bid on.” Pesky little sister is shining her brightest, but I applaud her for finally standing up to them.
“You want to get bid on?” An air of disbelief taints his words.
“Yes, but…” Why can’t I force the rest of the thought from my mouth—but not by them. Now is a terrible time for my secret crushes to surface. Where are you now, pesky, defiant little sister?
Jefferson pivots. “Cindy, would you mind if Aurora goes next? And could you run this out to Bianca?”
He’s keeping the show rolling, which is his job. Poor Cindy. She takes the items from Calvin and rushes outside. I hope she doesn’t use this chance to back out. When the door opens, there’s a deep rumble growing louder by the split second. Motorcycles. A lot of them.
Under Calvin’s guidance, Travis hands a bidder paddle up to him.
Jefferson says, “This is indeed her time to shine. You’re welcome to bid from the audience.”
Small victories.
“Let’s start the bidding at four hundred thousand.” He initiates the bidding before I can tell him I need to start my music.
“No, that’s not how this works.” I toss my head back in frustration.
“Any lower and we’re just wasting time. They have a show to get to.” Jefferson’s statement of fact doesn’t help.
My brothers are messing everything up. Like always.
Hordes of leather-wearing bikers, complete with leather chaps, dome spike helmets, and beards, storm into the auction. What now?
Heat rises in my cheeks. Will I make Rebels’—my brothers’ band—twenty thousand fans wait?
Jefferson must notice I’m trying to relax the tension in my shoulders. “Then again, what would it hurt to include everyone in the fun? Several of you were bidding on Bianca. Here’s your chance to get back in the mix. Let’s start Aurora where Bianca left off. Thirty thousand, do we—”
Several paddles fly into the air. The incoherent increases in dollar amount whiz past as my brothers drive it up. The higher the number, the longer it takes for anyone else to bid.
It’s bittersweet to be partially responsible for such a huge donation at the expense of my dreams.
I’m sold.
To my stepbrothers.
I’ll give them the designated four hours of help to get ready for Christmas, just as the auction advertised. And I’ll hate them even more.
My little fantasy about losing my V-card to swanky billionaires will go die with all of my other crushed dreams.
Jack tosses me over his shoulder, but I beat my fists against his back.
“Calm down, Sis. Just having fun.” His hands linger on my waist while I get my bearing on my heels.
Forcing myself to stop swooning at how his fingers wrap around me, I muster, “You’re not the kind of fun I was hoping to have tonight.”
“Ouch!” His smirk does things to me I can’t control. My own body is betraying me.
“Time to go.” Calvin interrupts our moment. Which isnota moment because he’s my stepbrother.
I rush off the stage to grab my stuff and wish Cindy and Wendy well but Wendy is frantic and blurts out, “That motorcycle gang that came in…”
I nod.
“My stepbrothers are in it,” Wendy says.
