Page 42 of The Auction
“I’m guessing that’s your friend,” I said, with a shrug.
His letter back to Creed had said a few days, but there had been no set date.
But I suppose today was the day, which meant I was staying in Creed’s bedroom tonight.
I tried not to think about that too hard.
In the end, what were a couple of nights with a guy who fucking walked in his sleep like a silent killer?
Should I tuck a knife under my pillow?
Creed made his way over to me on the edge of the fields and together we started making our way back to the house.
“You remember our agreement?” he said to me, quietly.
“Motherfucker, I made this asshole rhubarb pie. You’re going to owe me when this is over.”
“What do you want?”
“My freedom and half the value of this property,” I said, instantly. That’s all I ever wanted.
“What else do you want?”
I glanced over at him and realized he was serious. He wanted to give me…a thank you gift. When he’d already given me a phone. Although he was right, that was just practical. A way for us to communicate when I went into town to pick up shit.
Now he could text me exactly what freaking brand of laundry detergent he liked so the smell wouldn’t be too flowery. Whatever the fuck that meant.
However, this gift could be something I wanted. Something frivolous.
I couldn’t remember the last time Iwantedanything.Because wanting and knowing you couldn’t have it was pointless. It had been so long I couldn’t wrap my brain around it.
Something for the house? No. That would only benefit him, too.
New clothes? Silly, when it was just us two out here.
No, I needed to ask for something of value. A way to take back more of what was mine. Unfortunately, I’d already told him I didn’t do jewelry. A gold bar?
That seemed unlikely.
Maybe I was thinking about this wrong. Maybe I didn’t need a thing, but instead, more access to what was mine.
“The login and password to our bank account.”
He tilted his head back and laughed.
“I wasn’t being funny,” I grumbled.
“I know. How about I give you another orgasm? You liked your last one, I can do that again if you want. Maybe even two. Back to back.”
“Uh, no thanks. I can do without.”
And I had. Even though there had been several nights when I’d tried on my own again, because damn, that had felt good. Apparently, orgasms weren’t an automatic thing.
“Well, you think of something within reason and I’ll oblige you. If this visit goes well.”’
We’d reached the front porch of the house by the time the truck, a rental given how shiny and new it looked, pulled up to a stop next to ours.
Then the second largest man I’d ever seen, next to Creed, got out behind the driver’s side.
