Page 5 of Auctioned to the Billionaire

“I know what I paid for,” he says firmly.

It takes me a moment to realize that I’m excited about this. I’ve been into Hugh since I met him and my crush has only grown the longer that I worked for him and spent time with him. He’s a great boss. He’s always so kind and generous with everyone. To be honest, working for him has been the easiestjob that I’ve ever had. When I first started as his assistant, I thought that I would be traveling the world with him, answering emails and phone calls, setting up meetings, and taking notes. Really, though, it’s just been a lot of us hanging out together. It feels like right after he hired me, he took a step back from his business, but I can’t be sure about that since I don’t know what his schedule was like before he hired me.

I scoot back on the bed and then lay down before him. My pale hair fans out around me, and I brush some off my shoulders as I look at my boss.

“Do it.”

“Letty,” he starts.

“It’s the rules, boss.”

“Hugh,” he corrects.

I spread my legs, and his eyes dart down to my core and then away. In all of the fantasies that I’ve had about being with Hugh, none of them ever went like this.

“Letty.”

“Hugh.”

His lips flatten into a thin, straight line, showing his displeasure, but he steps forward toward the bed and hovers over me. I spread my legs wider, and we lock eyes as his fingers trail up the inside of my thigh. I suck in a shuddery breath, and Hugh's dark blue eyes turn almost black as he stares down at me.

“Wider,” he orders, and my thighs spread on their own.

His fingers trail higher, and we both seem to hold our breaths as he slips his fingers under my thin thong and brushes against my drenched opening.

He pauses for a moment, his finger so close to where I’m aching for him, and I try to remain still. My hips are restless, though, and it takes everything in me not to arch up into his touch.

His finger pushes into me, and we both freeze, our eyes locking again. His finger wiggles slightly as he pushes in another inch, and we both let out a shaky exhale as he touches my virginity.

A strange look passes over his face, and I lick my lips as I stare up at him.

“Letty,” he chokes on my name, and it looks like he’s in a trance.

Then he blinks, and it’s like the spell is broken. He pulls his finger out of me and stumbles back two steps.

“I’ll be outside,” he says roughly.

Then he turns and hurries from the room.

I sit up, tugging my dress down, but it’s not enough. I feel raw and exposed and… rejected. I reach for the blanket that I dropped earlier and wrap it around myself. I take a deep breath, staring at the door and wondering what the heck is going to happen now.

I grab my phone and open my messages to Lilou.

Letty:Auction is over.

Lilou: And?

Letty: Ten million dollars.

Even just typingthat number feels like I’m hallucinating.

Lilou:WHAT?!?

Letty: The winning bid was Hugh.

Lilou: Hugh?

Lilou: As in, your BOSS? That Hugh?

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