CHAPTER THREE

Sebastian

My driver picked up Donovan and took us to the club on the edge of the town. There was a line of people that were just attending, and I glanced their way before heading to the side entrance that was reserved for the bidders. We had a room set aside and Donovan and I were the last to arrive, walking in and glancing around for a place to sit. I recognized the other men as fellow bachelors on the wealthy side of New York. I knew them in passing but Donovan was the only one that I showed my true self with. I nodded at them, aware that they were here for the same reason that I was. It was for charity as well as some cash going to the women that were putting themselves out there for us.

I’d worn my best tuxedo along with the others. There were going to be some big names here, and I needed to make a good impression for the press. They would be covering this though not as what it was. It was going to be like a TV show earning money for a good cause that included a date. We were led to the main room once the guests were inside and situated and walked through a door to see the bar lit in soft lights and full of men and women.

There was some music playing over the speakers, but not loud enough to hinder any conversation. I walked with my best friend to the bar and ordered a drink, looking up at the stage that was shrouded by a dark curtain at the moment. What was going to happen when it opened? I had slept with a lot of women, but this was new territory for me. I grinned at Donovan as he downed his whiskey and shook his head. “Here goes nothing.”

Everyone gathered in front of the stage as the auction was announced. There were giggles and throats clearing as the curtain slid open, revealing ten people on a dim stage. I could see the sparkle of some dresses and vague figures before lights came on. I looked over all ten of the women slowly, seeing blonde to black hair. There was skinny to curvy. They were all dressed to the nines in cocktail dresses with heels and what I was assuming was full hair and makeup underneath the masks that they all wore. I let my eyes rove over them again, not interested in the stick figures up there. I needed some curved to hold onto, to slap when I was behind them. I liked more than a handful of tit in my hand and real nipples to suck on.

My gaze rested on the woman in the purple dress. She was curvy in all the right places and not at all heavy. She likely felt that way with some of these others on the stage, but she shouldn’t. I gripped my paddle in my hand tightly, knowing what I was going to do. A man stepped onto the stage to start the festivities, beginning with the woman to his left. She wore a garish yellow dress and matching heels that made me cringe and I let the men around me handle that one. I remained still until it was my girl at the end, raising my hand up and shouting an obscene amount of money into the air. Donovan stared at me in surprise as I kept my gaze locked on her. She shuffled on her feet and I could practically feel her blushing.

“I paid twenty-five large, and you went forty on the first bid? Damn, Bast.” I kept looking forward, bidding against every other man until nobody challenged me at seventy million dollars. The room fell silent for a moment as I was announced the winner and I licked my lips.

She was mine. Warm, blonde curls and sexy legs in a classic dress was all mine. Number ten. I sensed that she was a true virgin by the way she was shifting around, unlike some other women. Donovan clapped me on the back, leading me to the bar for a shot. “I think the foundation did just fine tonight.” He looked on as others approached me to congratulate me in various ways and I nodded with a smile.

Deep down, I just paid seventy thousand dollars to fuck a woman. She would see a little of that and the rest was going to a great charity, so I couldn’t feel bad. I waited until we were alone again and glanced at my friend.

“You got a pretty one too, from what I can tell.” He nodded, smiling at the thought of the redhead that had the body of a pin up girl. I hardly thought she was as innocent as she wanted to pretend, but he seemed happy.

We waited in the room for a while they got things sorted backstage. We were called back one-by-one to take care of the payment before being led to a private room to meet our dates. I watched Donovan go back and ordered another drink to calm my nerves. I’d be the last one, and the wait seemed endless right now. I glanced over to see a blonde looking at me with interest in her eyes and turned my face. It wasn’t cool to fuck someone when I’d just bid on another woman for the night even if the blonde was hot.

I heard the voice call out for the winner of number ten and downed the drink before turning to walk to the door leading to the office. I sat down with the head of the foundation, avoiding all mention of sex as he thanked me for my contribution. I handed him a check, and we shook hands before he asked a man to take me to my date. I was taken to a door where the man knocked before opening it. I strolled in, seeing the purple dress before I took her in up close. Her curves were sexy, and I noticed that she was looking down, holding the mask in her hand. Her hair was the color of honey with highlights and hung in silky curls as she shifted in her seat.

“My name is Sebastian,” I offered as she lifted her face to look at me. Her eyes were a hazel but bright with curiosity as she gazed at me. I raised my brows as I recognized her from the bar last night. I thought she was beautiful then, but she looked away so quickly that I thought she wasn’t interested.

“You’re the guy from the bar,” she told me as I felt the electricity between us. It was there last night. I thought that I was imagining it but also went home alone when there was another option.

“So, it seems.” I grinned and moved closer to her, sitting in the chair across from her at the table. I looked closer at her in the soft lights that hung from the ceiling, realizing how beautiful she was. “You’re stunning.” She smiled and twisted her fingers together.

“You’re stunning. Why did you bid that much on me?” Her eyes locked with mine, searching them hard.

“I thought that you stood out up there. That dress is vintage, not designer. You seemed… shy. You were up there to auction yourself, sell yourself and you seemed innocent. You were beautiful.” I reached out to touch her hand and test what was in the room between us. Heat flared as she jumped and tried to move away. “I want to take you out. I want to go to dinner somewhere we can talk. We can do anything that you want after that, but I want to go about this the right way.”

“That’s good. I don’t know if I’d be worth that otherwise. I still don’t know that I am.” She smiled, trying to make a joke as her eyes dropped to the table. I gripped her hand tighter and held it as she looked up at me.

“What is your name?” I asked her as she nibbled on her full lower lip that was colored with a deep pink.

“I’m Emery.”

“It’s a pleasure. I lifted her hand to my lips, brushing a soft kiss on her clammy skin as she slowly smiled. “May I take you out for a drink?”

We went to a local bistro that was open late, sipping wine and nibbling on appetizers as we got to know each other. The room was thick with attraction as she blushed and laughed, her eyes darkening with want the way that they did last night before she looked away. When we were done there, I asked to take her dancing, and she agreed with a smile.