Page 5 of A Game of Ruck
I feel ridiculously unprepared all of a sudden.
But no matter.I’m here now.With my paddle.In the middle of this ridiculous auction, about to throw down actual cash to buy a man like he’s a handbag at an estate sale.
And not just any man.
Him.
Blonde.Beautiful.Built like a Greek statue sculpted by someone horny and drunk on tequila.
And smug in that “yes, I know I’m hot and I’m not even trying” kind of way.
I spotted him the second he stepped onto the stage.And I knew.
I just knew.
That’s the one.
I needhim.
No, not for that.
Get your mind out of the gutter, perv!
Plus, I’m not delusional.
The odds of him looking at me and thinking “yes, her, I would like to ravage her under the stars” are about as high as me being cast in the next Victoria’s Secret campaign.
But I have a plan.
It’s dumb.But I have it.
You see, my cousin Lisa—size zero, soul of a succubus—invited me to her destination wedding in Playa de Sol this weekend.
You know how people say your cousins are your first best friends?
Well, not us.Enemies since birth is more like it.
And when she sent the RSVP, she made sure to add a very pointed, “Let us know if you’ll need your plus one or if you’re still flying solo!”
Flying solo.
Like I’m some sad, single pigeon who should just give up and join a convent already.
So, no.I’m notflying solo.
Not this time.
I’m bringing a date.
A hot one.
One who will make Lisa, and all my size-two cousins, clutch their pearls and whisper to each other about howluckyI must be.
That’s where Golden Boy comes in.
Daniela swears the team has the next two weeks off after this.
She says if I win, I can convince whoever I bid on to come with me for the weekend.
