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Making a face when the girl starts to moan like a porn star, I shake my head and make sure to lock the door behind me.

“Goddamn it just come already!” one of my roommates yells, making me cover my mouth as I stifle a giggle and run to my room.

Sighing, I wish there was a lock on my door, but there isn’t. The best I can do is shove a chair under the door knob. I stole one from the kitchen table one day for this purpose, and when no one complained, I kept it.

Secure in the knowledge that I have a barrier between myself and the outside world, I open my small closet and drop to my knees to open my safe.

Counting the cash I got tonight, it goes directly into the safe, and I pull out my laptop. Ironically enough, the city has free WiFi by my house, allowing me to use it at all hours of the day or night.

As enticing as the man’s offer was, I need to do a little research before I send any emails out.

The card in my hand states that Club Lust is doing an event called A Night to Remember Auction, which is the event the man was telling me about. When I pull up the website that’s also on there, my jaw drops.

It looks so professional and legit. They put together an auction with both men and women, and people bid on them for a weekend. They vet everyone to make sure they’re a good fit before inviting them to participate.

The man meant it when he said everything was above board and professionally done.

Chewing on my bottom lip, I decide to email them and see what will be expected of me if I’m accepted. I only live once, and even though I’m a virgin, it doesn’t mean anything to me anymore, since I’ll probably never find anyone worthy of it. May as well use it to get me out of here.

Looking around from the floor of my closet, I think about how pitiful my life is.

“Time to get the fuck out of here,” I mutter, opening my email tab. Quickly firing off a message with all the information they’ll need from me, I humbly explain why I’m interested in entering the auction.

Yawning, I put my laptop back into the safe and lock it all up, shivering. I don’t have the energy to change my clothes because it’s so cold, so instead I simply crawl over to the mattress and burrow under the blankets.

Despite the sounds of Frankie and his slut fucking, I’m still out like a light pretty quickly.

Chapter Nine

Jack

I’m in my office working so I can leave earlier than normal. Bronwyn has a late class, and she’s been a little twitchy about walking to her car recently. She hasn’t necessarily said it, but there were shadows in her eyes when she left for school after her encounter in the parking garage last week.

We’re also going to formally apply for the auction today so we can put in a bid for a female playmate for Bronwyn at Club Lust in May. The two of us have been on a bit of a roller coaster the last few years, and I meant it when I said that I wanted to move on.

What happened with Dahlia was traumatic, but I probably shouldn’t be thinking about her large caramel eyes or how wild her curls always were.

It’s wrong, despite my relationship with Bronwyn. I haven’t known her her entire life the way I knew Dahlia, and I can’t imagine dating anyone else. It’s time to close the door on it all and lock it away.

“Hey, got a minute for me?” Lorrie asks. She does the computer systems for our security teams, wires for clients, and also makes them hack proof. There are people in the world who could go either way when deciding to use their skill for good or evil, and she’s definitely one of those people.

“Absolutely,” I say, finishing off a sentence for a proposal I’m working on. “What’s up?”

“The new client that you’re working on, that you went for drinks with. He wants visual feedback for everyone who wants into his building, right?” she asks. Basically, there would be a scan of everyone who went there, and then it would search for any known warrants or criminal records.

He owns a chain of department stores that have suffered from theft lately, and wants to find a way to be proactive.

“Yes, that’s what he asked for,” I say with a nod, leaning forward. My shirtsleeves are rolled up as they often are when I’m working, but her eyes don’t stray from my gaze. She’s very excited about whatever it is that she’s thinking about, because usually pretty dragon ink will catch her eye for at least a second.

“What if I encode a tiny piece of encryption to also look out for the girl you’ve been having me look for?” she asks expectantly. “Would that be awful?”

My lips twitch because I’m surprised that she’s asking at all. “Not awful at all,” I admit. I know I said I was closing the door, but maybe this one little encryption wouldn’t be awful. “Yeah, drop it into the coding, please. I’m going to finish this proposal and then I’m taking off.”

Glancing at the time, she nods. It’s already after seven, and most people have already knocked off work. Since I have several deadlines approaching, I’ve been staying later to get it all done.

“Sounds good,” she says with a nod. My team of five refuses to leave for the day before I do, insisting that there’s always more to finish. This is why I surprise them with bonuses whenever I can. They’re more productive than the rest of the company by far, and my business partners are always floored by it.

It’s hard to find hardworking and loyal team members.

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