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“Oh, I did think about it. What man in their right mind is going to turn down sex with a stranger in exchange for half a million dollars?” I shake my head. “Not this guy, that’s for sure.”

She nods as she stands. “Then I believe my job here is done. Take care of yourself, Damon.”

“You, too, Lyra.” I stare at the card in astonishment for a few more moments before pushing to my feet. I don’t want to get my hopes up about this because it could fall through, but what a life-changer it would be.

Chapter Five

Mackenzie

I’m going absolutely bonkers.

It’s been two weeks since Greg handed me the card for the auction. For a few days, I’d hemmed and hawed over whether or not I could do it. When Monday rolled around and I remembered I didn’t have a job to get to, I realized I didn’t have much of a choice. I’d sent over a picture of the card and was pleasantly surprised to get an almost immediate response.

I had to send them current pictures, fill out an application, list all my kinks—which was only a little embarrassing—sign an NDA, get tested, and then had an interview with a guy named Edward. He’d intimidated the hell out of me, but I feel like the interview went well.

Only, it’s been three days since the interview, and there hasn’t been a word.

I’d let myself hope that this would be what saved me, but maybe they just don’t want me. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. I know I’m pretty enough, but I’m more of a girl next door than a supermodel. I’m sure there were a lot better people who applied.

Shaking my head, I focus back on my computer. I still need to find a new job. It’s harder than I thought it would be. There seem to be a lot of companies who just aren’t hiring right now. It’s probably because the economy is in the toilet with inflation as high as it is.

Sure, I can take a job that has nothing to do with my degree, but I worked damn hard for it. I want to put it to use. It shouldn’t be so hard to find a data analyst job. I even stopped looking for remote jobs, willing to drive the hour each way every day if I could just find someone hiring.

My frustration continues to grow day after day and paired with the despair slowly starting to sink in as I realize I’m going to lose the house, I’m an absolute mess. It’s hard to concentrate on anything for very long.

Except cleaning. I’ve cleaned every part of this house at least twice over the last week. What can I say? I’m a stress cleaner.

A ding alerts me to a new email, and I consider just ignoring it. But it’s not like the job search is going overly well. Clicking on the alert, the email pulls up and my mouth drops.

Mackenzie,

I am pleased to announce you have been selected to participate in the Night to Remember Auction held on May 10th at Club Lust. A town car will pick you up at the addressyou supplied and return you back there at the end of the event.

You are to ensure that you are free from Friday night until Sunday night at midnight. Once purchased, you, the merchandise, will spend the weekend with the winning bidder. At the end of the weekend, you will be returned back to Club Lust and you will be compensated with payment.

You will wear your best lingerie on stage. Hair and makeup will be supplied courtesy of the club. To keep identities private you are to choose a name to be called for the weekend.

If you have any further questions, please do not hesitate to reach out.

Edward

Holy shit! I was accepted.

Glancing at the date, I realize the auction is this coming Friday. I’ll need to head into the city to get some lingerie. I haven’t owned any in years. I guess if there’s any time to splurge, this is it. If they’re paying me half a million dollars, then I can get the good stuff.

I’m working tonight, so I’ll head into the city a couple of hours early so I can go lingerie shopping and grab some dinner.

Leaning back in my chair, I decide to give up on my job search for the week. I’ll put my nose back to the grindstone after the auction is over.

Crap, I’m going to have to ask for the weekend off after getting Harrison to give me more hours. Hopefully, I can find someone to cover my shifts because I’m not going to let this opportunity pass me by.

Pacing across the living room, I glance at the time and suck in a breath. The car should be here anytime now. We have to be at the club by six and because I’m so far out, they arranged to have the car pick me up around four-thirty.

The more I pace, the more my nerves rise. What I’m doing is insane, but I take a moment to remind myself why I’m doing this.

It’s to save the house. Sure, I’m getting paid for someone to have sex with me, but I won’t lose the house. I can do this. It’s just sex.

I let out a yelp when the doorbell rings, chiding myself for being such a nervous nelly. I need to get my shit together.

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