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Damian
“What’s that?”
Normally, Damian didn’t butt into what his workers were doing, especially at the end of the day when they were technically off and just waiting for their ride, but he’d walked behind the row of seats in the waiting room where Paul was sitting and happened to glance over his shoulder. For one brief moment, he’d thought he’d seen Emily on the screen.
Looking up, Paul looked a bit guilty, but he shrugged. In his late twenties, he’d been working for Damian for about five years, so they’d gotten to know each other pretty well.
“It’s an auction site for fulfilling your fantasies, run by BDE,” he said, his cheeks reddening a bit. That was the other way they’d gotten to know each other; Damian had found out Paul was kinky and sent him to a local munch. From there, he’d gone on to become a member at BDE. “It’s all legit. I have a buddy who bought a fantasy off it last month.”
“What?” Damian frowned. Braden hadn’t mentioned anything like that to him. On the other hand, Braden often didn’t go into detail about the day-to-day operations of the kink club because he knew both Damian and Desmond preferred to be kept out of it. They might technically be partners, but it was Braden’s baby.
“See?” Paul angled the screen so Damian could lean over the back of his chair and see, flipping back to the home page, so he didn’t get more than a glimpse of the woman who had caught his eye.
“Buy Your Fantasy… huh.” Was the club hurting for money? No. Braden would have definitely told him about that. This was probably just some kind of new money-making venture. As Paul scrolled down the page, Damian recognized several BDE members in the pictures. It looked as if the next auction was coming up on Friday, and there were plenty of people selling… he wondered how many were buying. “What was that page you were looking at before?”
The woman who’d reminded him of Emily, even though he’d only been able to see her hair and body.
“Oh, that’s the virgin auction. There are only a couple of options, and a new one just popped up.” Paul clicked back. There she was.
It couldn’t be Emily, of course. She didn’t know anything about the club, and she would never do something like this. Besides, he was pretty sure she wasn’t a virgin—she’d had a pretty serious boyfriend for a while before everything went to hell with her parents. While he’d tried to stay out of his daughter’s business, when she’d decided she was ready, she’d asked him to take her to the doctor to get birth control. Friends tended to do things at the same time.
Besides, Emily was almost twenty-five now. There was no way she was still a virgin. Sure, she’d never brought anyone home to the trailer park that he knew of, but she was gone a lot, too. There was every chance she was spending time at some guy’s place. And with Katrina across the country, Damian didn’t get to keep up with Emily’s life the way he had when Katrina had been home.
This young woman must be even younger, which made him feel even dirtier for the thought that was rising in his head. She did look a lot like Emily. Similar body and curves. Similar hair. He couldn’t see her face, but that only fueled his fantasy.
Fuck.
He could not be thinking what he was thinking.
“The virgins go for a lot,” Paul said. “Especially because there’s not many of them. Everything is pretty local, though. They’ve gotta be within a hundred miles of BDE to even sign up or be willing to travel nearby to fulfill their promise. I think that’s why there are so many members on here. It’s just a fun, harmless way of adding a little extra kick to your kink, ya know?”
“Sure.” Damian had already made note of the website’s name. He’d check it out more when he got home.
“Um, if you’re interested, you’ll need the password.” It was as if Paul had read his mind. “They don’t want just anyone getting on, you know. You’ve gotta be vetted and sign up for your own account to even look, and you need a password to even do that.”
That made sense. It sounded like Braden was taking safety seriously, which was what he would expect. He was still surprised Braden hadn’t mentioned it to him… but then, if it had only been running for a few months, he could see Braden deciding to wait until the next business meeting so he could give Damian and Desmond the rundown.
Sometimes, it was better to ask forgiveness than permission, especially because Desmond could be such a tight-ass.
“Can you give me the password?” he asked, amused by Paul’s cagey reaction. Poor guy was acting like Damian had caught him watching porn at work. Well, maybe this kind of website wasn’t much better, but he was off the clock and Damian wasn’t going to give him a hard time about what he did on his own time.
“Oh, right. Yeah, sure, of course.” Paul, like most of the members, knew Damian’s brother ran BDE, but he probably didn’t know that Damian was a partner, so he didn’t seem to find the request odd.
Password in hand on the appointment card he grabbed off the front desk to write it down on, Damian headed home. He was going to peruse the site tonight and—maybe—think about the woman auctioning off her virginity.
It wasn’t the virgin part that appealed to him so much as the fantasy… he could pretend she was Emily and that he was taking Emily’s virginity. Which made him feel all kinds of a dirty pervert, but since it wouldn’t actually be Emily…
Plus, if the young woman was putting herself up for auction, it probably meant she really needed the money. He could help her out and fulfill a fantasy of being with Emily, then maybe he’d be able to really focus on finding someone else without being distracted by Emily’s existence. It wasn’t just Emily’s age that was the problem. It was also her relationship with his daughter, his former relationship with her dad, and not wanting to break her mom’s trust.
Walking up into his trailer, he glanced up when the bus pulled up, not actually expecting to see anyone, then blinked in surprise when he saw Emily get off. For a moment, he thought he was imagining her just because she was on his mind, but no, there she was.
Huh.
Her work schedule must have changed. Or maybe she just needed a night off.
When she looked up, he raised his hand in greeting before turning away to open his door. Even though she couldn’t possibly know what he was thinking, he felt vulnerable, as if somehow she’d see something or get a hint of his thoughts if she looked hard enough. Or maybe it was just guilt turning him around because he knew that what he was fantasizing about—what he wanted—was wrong.
Fuck, he needed to get her out of his head.
