Page 55 of Curvy Love

“Never mind. You don’t have to smile, just don’t hit anyone and try not to glower. This is for children, you know? Sick children. That matters. I mean you like kids, right?”

“They’re tasty with a side of ketchup.”

She closes her eyes and shakes her head and then the emcee is introducing me.

“Get your wallets ready, ladies, I’m told this next gentleman is no gentleman at all if you know what I mean.” The announcer gives an exaggerated chuckle into the microphone.

I step out onto the stage and the spotlight nearly blinds me.

“Crikey,” the emcee declares.

Fuck my life. I walk to the front of the stage and just put my fists on my hips and stand there because I don’t know what the fuck else to do. I’m used to being on the pitch, kicking the ball, not strutting on a catwalk or whatever the fuck this is.

“You are a strapping fellow, aren’t you?” the emcee asks. “I don’t know about you, ladies, but I am dying to know what’s under that kilt.”

I tighten my jaw so I don’t roll my eyes or flip him the bird.

He reads my bio, ending it with, “And he’s known as the ‘Beast of Edinburgh.” He makes a weird meowing noise. “Let’s get the bidding started.”

I make plenty of money and I’m still astounded by the numbers flying around the room. One voice from the back though grabs my attention.

“Oh, this is getting so exciting,” the emcee says. “We’re down to two, I believe. Come forward, ladies, if you want a better look at the uh…merchandise. It’s for a good cause.” He chortles. “We mustn’t forget the sick children.”

Who is this fucker? He should be fired, whomever he is.

“Come on, don’t be shy.”

There are murmured voices and the sounds of chairs being shifted and then two women come forward. One is probably my mother’s age and dripping with jewels. She wears wealth and privilege like a shield. The other woman is short and round in the best possible way. Her green sweater dips low enough to reveal a tempting peek at her cleavage. Her hips are wide, and she just looks soft all over. My cock stirs and I find myself thankful that I’ve got my dress Sporran to cover my half-chub.

She smiles up at me and two dimples pierce her cheeks and I am a fucking goner.

Goddammit, I can’t take my eyes off her. I want to know what color her eyes are. And what her lip gloss tastes like. And I want to know the sound she makes when I first slide my dick all the way inside her hot pussy. Bugger, I’ve got to shut down these thoughts before I embarrass myself.

I force myself to glare and shift my eyes away from the curvy temptress. Of course I’m still thinking about her. Who is she? Why is she bidding on me? And when the fuck can I meet her?

The bidding continues.

And then, “Sold! To the uh, lovely lady in the green sweater.”

I shoot a scowl at the emcee, and then look out into the crowd, but my woman has her back to me and is walking away. I leave the stage and immediately find Lezlee.

“Find her and get us somewhere to talk. I want to meet her now.”

She opens her mouth to argue, but then she just nods and walks away.

I pace because I’ve got too much pent-up energy to do anything else. I don’t even know what I’m planning to say to her, but I do want to know her name and I guess we should plan our date. Ten minutes later I’m led to a meeting room in the conference area of the hotel. I’m told she’s waiting for me.

The door opens and there she is.

chaptertwenty-two

Willow

“You know what would be awesome? To be an adult and not have everyone around you still tell you what to do all the time.”

The man walking in front of me glances at me over his shoulder. He found me just as I was about to escape from the charity event. I had logged into the event app on Sabrina’s behalf before arriving tonight. So they had the credit card information for my work credit card and all the other pertinent information locked securely away on the app on my work phone. As soon as I left the hotel ballroom after bidding—feeling more flustered than I wanted to admit—I’d opened the app on my phone and verified my “purchase.” Or rather Sabrina’s purchase.

As far as I knew, they didn’t need me for anything else tonight. So why did this man track me down and tell me I couldn’t leave yet?

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