SIX

ETHAN

Seventy five thousand had got me a drunken strip show if nothing else. It wasn't exactly what I had planned though. She was clearly not used to drinking that much.

From sitting on the sofa and slurring her woods to stripping out of her clothes in a couple of minutes. If I was less of a man I might have taken advantage of the half naked drunk girl unconscious on the rug. But I couldn't do that, much as my cock throbbed at the sight of her body in panties and bra.

She looked good, really good, before she passed out. Slipping her top over her head had revealed a lacy white bra that was thin enough to make out the colour of her nipples within. Then she'd slid her skirt off and stood there pouting at me.

Then she stumbled forwards, those slender legs losing their balance as she slumped forwards, mumbling to herself as she did so. Then she snored. It was the most adorable sound.

"Are you all right?" I asked, looking down at her.

No reply.

I shook my head slowly as I leaned down and scooped her up into my arms. The feel of her skin under my hands was as close to her as I got that night. So much for winning the auction. Making her mine. That would have to wait.

I carried her through to the guest bedroom nearest my own, trying not to look down at her body, my cock was throbbing painfully enough as it was. I could feel the warmth and softness of her skin and it was torture without adding looking at her into the equation.

I laid her down on the bed, ignoring her mumbles as she rolled onto her side, facing away from me. I took a single glance at her perfect ass in those panties before I covered her with the blankets, tucking her in gently.

"Good night, Alice," I whispered as I headed for the landing.

I turned out the lights on the way out. She didn't make a sound. Then I pulled the door quietly closed and turned away. I got into my room and sat on the bed. I couldn't get the image of her body out of my head. It made me ache deep inside to know she was so close to me. I wanted her closer. I also didn't want her to leave.

The night had gone by far too quickly. From putting her name into the hat to getting her home to putting her to bed. It had been a blur.

The house felt different with her in it. It felt like a home. It had been a long time since it had felt that way. I might have staff moving about the place, cooking and cleaning for me, but that wasn't the same.

I got up, heading downstairs. Once I got there, I collected her skirt and her top. They both smelt of her. It was intoxicating.

For a moment, I was unable to move, it was like the ghost of her was entering my nostrils. It had never been like that with Elora. It was hard to put my finger on why but this was different. Maybe it was because Elora had been working the club floor, used to all the things that went on in there.

Alice was different. She seemed shocked by everything, like she was experiencing it for the first time. Was she a virgin? That would explain her fear. It wasn't just that. She was excited too, there was a glint in her eyes and a cheek to her manner. I liked it.

She even got drunk in her own cute way, not getting belligerent, just trying a fumbling attempt at seducing me before passing out.

I left her clothes outside her bedroom door before returning to my own room. I climbed into bed and turned out the bedside light. In the dark, my mind returned to how she'd looked stood in her underwear. She'd looked amazing. I wanted her more than anything. My night with her might be over but she hadn't left yet. There was still the morning.

I woke up early the next day, taking a second to recall what had happened last night. Then I was up and heading downstairs. "Good morning, Sir," Eaves said as I walked into the kitchen. "Breakfasting early today?"

"I'm going to cook, Eaves," I replied. "Go and take the morning for yourself."

"Thank you, Sir."

I paid him enough for there to be no questions. Once I had the kitchen to myself, I started to cook. She would wake up soon and if I was any judge of her, she'd need a decent meal to start the day, help clear the fog. She'd had nearly two bottles of Lafite to herself. That would be enough to make anyone groggy.

When would she want to leave? I realised I had no idea. I hadn't planned this far ahead. I'd made it possible to claim her for myself but I hadn't thought through what to do the next day. It hadn't gone at all to plan. I hadn't aimed for her to be so drunk she passed out. She'd done that all by herself. What I could do though was ask her to stay another night. It wasn't in the rules of the auction what happened afterwards, that was for us to negotiate.

I could make her stay. The thought sent a spark of excitement through me. I could tell her she wasn't leaving until I said so. How would she react to that? Would she submit? Or run for the door, calling the police as she went, wanting to report a kidnapping?

I heard movement on the stairs. Just in time. Another few minutes and the bacon would be burned. Any minute now she would appear in the doorway. I had a ridiculous hope that she would still be in her underwear. The thought was enough to make my cock twitch. Let her taste breakfast first. Then I would taste her.