Page 12 of Sold on Them

I nod in understanding just as the doors open and a redhead woman with a big smile on her face stands there. “Hi, I’m Jen. Who do we have here?”

“Blaze,” Todd and I say together. Todd chuckles as I step out of the elevator. “Have a good weekend, Blaze. I’ll see you Sunday night.”

“Follow me, Blaze. We’re going to have you choose a number so you can see where you are in the auction. Then I’ll get you all checked in and bring you to your dressing room.” Jen leads me over to a desk with a tablet and a small bowl.

Taking a moment to glance around, I’m glad to see Club Lust looks more like I thought it would. Everything is classy and elegant.

“If you’ll pick a number,” Jen says, pulling my attention back to her. She’s holding the small bowl out to me, and I reach my hand in and snag a paper before opening it.

“Sixteen.”

Jen smiles, tapping away on the tablet for a moment before setting it and the bowl aside. “That means you’ll be the last up tonight.”

“So there are fifteen others being auctioned tonight?” I ask as she begins leading me through the club to a long hallway.

“There are,” she confirms as we begin to pass doors with names on them.

I hum. “Any other males, or am I the odd one out?”

Jen laughs. “What makes you think there aren’t many males?”

“My driver was surprised to be driving a male, so I figured it wasn’t all that normal.”

She nods as we come to a stop in front of a door with Blaze on it. “There are a few males. It’s surprisingly hard to get men willing to allow themselves to be auctioned off. But you’re not the only one here this year.”

“Cool.” I step into the dressing room, taking in the leather furniture and a lighted vanity, before turning back to Jen, who’s standing in the doorway. “What now?”

“Now, you’ll wait for hair and makeup.” She pauses. “Although, I guess it’ll just be hair for you, unless you want to wear makeup.”

I laugh, shaking my head. “Not really my thing.”

“Someone will be by to help with your hair, and then all you’ll have to do is change into your lingerie. Since you’re the last one up, then you probably don’t need to change until eight. There are drinks and snacks for you. Of course, you have your phone to entertain you until it’s time for you to go onstage. You’ll have to leave it in the dressing room then, as there are no phones allowed during the auction.”

“I remember. Thanks, Jen.”

Then she’s gone, and I’m left to wonder why I needed to be here so early. Although, I guess they wouldn’t want their merchandise showing up at the same time as the buyers, would they?

It’s fine. It’s not like I would be doing much of anything if I was at home right now. Except it’s Friday, and I’d usually be heading into work.

The process of being selected to take part in the auction was easy enough, though there were a lot of hoops to jump through. Honestly, I never thought I’d be picked. After all, no one everchooses the guy who’s been to jail. To say I’d been shocked when I got the email is putting things lightly.

But it’s not like I was going to say no. Ian hadn’t even balked at giving me the weekend off—not even asking why I needed it off. So, here I am with the whole weekend off, and I can end my dry spell with a weekend of sex.

Sounds like a perfect weekend to me, and really, it’s no different than picking up some random person at a bar. Except, I’m getting paid for it, which is a win-win, right?

Crashing onto the couch, I pull out my phone and start scrolling on social media. I hate the shit, but it’s a good way to connect with most of my regular customers. Plus, there are dog and cat videos, and who can say no to those? Certainly not me.

When someone knocks on the door, I realize I’ve lost an hour to social media and put away my phone. “It’s open.”

“Hi.” A woman’s head pokes into the door. Her hair is dark as night against her copper skin. “I’m Cassie. I’m here to do your hair.”

She steps inside, a bag over her shoulder as she smiles at me. “I love doing guys’ hair. It takes so much less time. Why don’t you come over and have a seat at the vanity. Jen said you were a no on makeup, so this won’t take long.”

Pushing to my feet, I walk over and stare down at the tiny woman. She has to be at least a foot shorter than my six foot four height. “What do you think you’re going to do to this hair that I can’t do myself?”

“Who knows? Have a seat.” Cassie isn’t remotely intimidated by me as she pats the chair.

With a roll of my eyes, I lower myself into the chair and stare back at her through the mirror. She steps around to stand in front of me, gripping my face in her hand. “The fade on your beard and cut are growing in a bit, so I’ll tighten that up. I’ll use a little product in your curls to keep them in a styled mess versusjust a mess. Then we’ll do a quick skin routine for your face to make sure you’re not too shiny on stage.”

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