Page 79 of Truce: Declan
Noah smiles, not the least bit surprised by the onset of audio. “Our next item up for auction isn’t just a jersey from an NHL player. It’s a hot date with the goalie at a four-star restaurant.”
Aiden struts out onto the stage wearing a suit and tie. He’s not exactly in black tie elegance for the event, but the man did dress up.
He spins around at the center of the stage while Noah takes a step to the side to let Aiden have the spotlight.
“Your date includes dinner with the hottest goalie in New York City. He plays for the Ice Dragons. He’s rough. Tough. But easy on the eyes. This auction is for a date night with Aiden Blake, where he’ll wine and dine you. If you’re one lucky lady, he might even walk you to your front door.” Noah winks at the crowd.
The ladies are all captivated by his presence and the date with the goalie.
“Ten thousand dollars!” one lady shouts.
Noah grins. “Okay, we’ll start the bidding at ten thousand dollars.”
Aiden looks surprised, but hearing that has him flashing his muscles, and then he spins around and wiggles his butt for all the girls to ogle.
I shouldn’t do it, but I glance at my father, who is stewing in his seat. He hasn’t interrupted Noah, probably because the ladies are going wild for Aiden and helping the charity in the process.
“You have some explaining to do later,” my father seethes, glaring at me. I swear the man is about to blow steam through his nostrils like one of those dragon cartoons.
Noah continues auctioning off individual players from the Ice Dragons for date night. Everything from a four-course meal to, let’s skip straight to dessert, which is intended as a sweet date at the ice cream parlor. But the ladies are opening their wallets like it’s Christmas and they’re buying presents for all their children and, some of them, their grandchildren.
“And last but not least, the ultimate hockey date with three Ice Dragons players. You’ll fly to your destination of choice via our private jet, where we’ll wine and dine you.”
“Does that include the mile-high club?” one guest quips.
Several other ladies giggle at the question.
Noah clears his throat and tries to regain his composure. “While these three men aren’t quite bachelors, they know how to spoil a girl and make her feel like no one else exists. Let’s hear it for Jasper Greyson, Kyler Greyson, and myself, Noah Reece.”
The Greyson brothers are the only two without a suit coat on. Jasper and Kyler give each other a wink before ripping their shirts open for all the girls to see their bare abs. They toss their shirts into the audience and gyrate to the music as they wiggle their asses at the ladies.
The rest of the Ice Dragons join them on stage, doing the same, giving the ladies an exciting treat and getting the bidding higher.
“Twenty-five thousand,” a woman shouts from the back, lifting her number up high as she leaps to her feet.
“Fifty-thousand,” another woman stands, holding her number up, making it clear that she wants to win the prize.
The ladies aren’t done bidding or fighting over the three of them.
Noah glances at me, a smug look on his face, pleased with the outcome.
My father begins to lean forward to get up, and I grab his arm, stopping him from standing and ending this before the bidding is done. “Think about the kids. They have cancer,” I say, imploring him to keep his ass glued to the chair.
He glares at me, shaking his head. “What have you done?”
TWENTY-TWO
Noah
It’s any wonder that we aren’t kicked out of the venue, but the older ladies opening their wallets and writing massive checks certainly helps.
The guests are more excited about us in attendance than the Island Bruisers. I want to think it’s because we’re the better team, but it isn't like they are auctioning off a date night, dessert, or a trip via private jet.
And we aren't doing it as part of our publicity agreement per our contract. It was all to screw with the Bruisers. Well, that and to keep Charlotte from having to auction herself off as a date because I am not okay with that happening.
Perhaps if she had wanted to offer herself as a prize for a night—
No.
