Page 29 of Highest Bidder
It’s why I keep you around.
Going into the living room, I put my food on the coffee table and sit on the couch across from the TV. I save her number in my phone and open a new thread to text her. My thumbs hover over the screen as I think of what to say. I’ve never felt the pull toward a woman like I do with her, and now that I’ve surrendered to it, I feel desperate. Everyone says you’ll know when you find someone you want to be with. I’ve always loved my job, and the thrill of the auction is addicting. But doing it with her makes it that much better.
She looked beautiful today, pushing against a stubborn cow’s side, trying to get it to move. And her wild hair, it makes me want to run my fingers through it, grabbing a handful while I kiss those perfect, full lips. I couldn’t take my eyes off her the whole time we were at the restaurant.
Myles:
Hey. It’s Myles. I may have gotten JT to get your number for me.
I click send and wait. I tap my phone against my palm. I don’t know if she will respond right away, but my heart rate picks up at the possibility. I put down my phone and finish eating. As I reach for the remote, my phone vibrates, and I toss the remote to grab my phone.
Hunter:
Wow. Stalker much?
I chuckle.
Myles:
Borderline. At least I don’t know where you live yet. But I’m sure JT can find out that little tidbit too.
Hunter:
Should I be afraid he has that much power?
I smile as I lean back on the cushions.
Myles:
I definitely think someone should at least break his nose just to make the playing field more even. No one should be that good-looking. He can ask someone for the most personal information, and all he has to do is smile for them to fork it over.
I smirk at the thought. I remember a time growing up when he asked a teacher about a book we were supposed to read. He hadn’t read it, but he smiled and the teacher just thought he was interested in the book to provide feedback and wanted to discuss it. I sat with my head buried in my textbook, laughing my ass off while he got the answers he needed.
Hunter:
I don’t know what to say to that.
Myles:
You should see what his smile does to my mama. She’s obsessed with him.
Hunter:
Jess says you two must have been popular in school.
I chuckle at how wrong she is and rub my fingers through my damp hair. I wasn’t hated in school, but I definitely wasn’t popular. JT was the only person I hung out with.
I press on her contact information and click on her number. Bringing the phone to my ear, I hear it ringing and then her voice comes through the earpiece.
“Hello?”
“I was not popular.”
“I find that very hard to believe. You may keep to yourself, but everyone at work speaks highly of you.”
I shake my head in disbelief. “I find that hard to believe.”
“Oh, I did, too. Don’t worry.”
