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My attention turns back to the stage to see Marco scanning the crowd, searching for any competing bids.

“We have a bid of ten thousand dollars for the black box. Do I hear any higher offers?”

The room remains silent.

“Going once... Going twice... Sold! To the gentleman in the front row for ten thousand dollars.”

I release a breath I didn’t realize I was holding, a mixture of relief and excitement flooding over me.

“Have fun,” Gio mutters as I stand up to follow the escorts closely as they wheel the black box to a private room.

Once alone, I unlock the rectangular box with the key I’m given. When I open the door, the sight before me makes my breath hitch.

Lorena, in a see-through lingerie, staring back at me.

Chapter Eighteen

Lorena

My heart rams against my rib cage as Leo silently stares at me. His face remains expressionless as he drinks me in with his dark brown eyes. The seconds feel like hours, and my body prickles with a mixture of arousal and nerves.

Finally, he speaks.

“What are you doing?”

His voice is gruff, with a stiff edge to it.

I don’t answer him immediately. Instead, I extend one fishnet-clad leg out of the box. Leo’s eyes darken as I step out fully before slowly walking towards him.

In my four-inch heels, my face is just a few inches below his. A mere tilt of my head would make our lips meet.

“You know,” I whisper, “I’ve always wonder why you’ve never kissed me.”

His Adam’s apple bobs as I trail one manicured nail down the length of his neck, stopping at his collar button.

“I simply don’t kiss. I owe you no explanation,” he grits through clenched teeth as I move to the second button.

Before I can continue, his hands grip my wrists firmly.

“Oh, really?” I tease, flashing a mischievous smile. “Well, I think we need to do something about that, don't you think?”

“You didn’t answer my question,” he bites out harshly, his warm breath fanning my face. “How did you even manage to get this… job?”

“How does Marco get his girls?” I shoot back.

Annoyance flares in Leo’s eyes. “Don’t play with me, Lorena.”

“Why don’t you kiss?” I ask daringly again, changing the topic. “Is it a germaphobe thing? Or are you a bad kisser? You probably don’t want all the women you fuck to know what a bad kisser you are…”

“None of the women I fuck care about whether I kiss or not,” he hisses.

Hot, thick jealousy rolls through my body. I know that Leo isn’t inexperienced when it comes to sex. However, hearing him mention the women he fucks sends a violent surge down my spine.

“Well, you have never fucked me before, so I’m different,” I say.

Dark eyes meet mine, and he stares at my face for a bit before pushing me away.

“And I don’t plan on fucking you. Ever,” Leonardo grinds out before walking past me.

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