Wanted: A Bad Boy Auction Romance

Fuck she was hot.

Filling out her dress, perfect lips that would look good on my cock. And a tight ass I would love to screw from behind. Where had she been hiding?

I wished I could hear what she was talking about, but her friend was right there, and she was so involved in the conversation that I didn’t want to disturb them. With any other girl, I would’ve been standing there with them, but I found that I could only stand there like an idiot and stare.

Why was she here? I couldn’t imagine a girl of her beauty would just stumble into this miserable place. Her sex appeal, her look, everything about her screamed at my cock begging me for attention.

Finally, the other girl, the one with short black hair, left the bar, leaving her friend alone, and I decided to make my move.

Chapter 5

Sydney

“Okay, I’ll run to the ladies’ room real quick and be right back. The auction should begin soon.” Isabell said.

“Yeah, sure, let me know when we need to go.”

Isabell danced away, and I turned to face the stage. The DJ was hard at work, getting the crowd excited. I assumed this was supposed to relax the guests and get them a little drunk before the auction. By this point in the night the men would be careless and emotional enough to really get into the bidding process.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of me, blocking my view.

“Would you mind?” I asked annoyed, I needed to see what was going on. I was looking for Ava to give us some sort of sign.

But when I raised my eyes to look at the man, all my frustration disappeared. I caught his eyes, deep blue like I’d never seen before, and then his smile, bright and warm in this sea of fakeness. He did step aside, claiming the seat next to me.

Good lord he was sexy. His muscles bulged under his suit. His dark hair against tan skin, like he’d been in the sun.

I had forgotten about the stage and the dance floor. The man kept looking at me and smiling, and I couldn’t help but smile back. It was sincere and so simple, that I turned away from the room and towards him, my elbow on the bar, as if I was the bartender.

“May I help you?”

“You might.”

It was at that moment that I decided that whatever happened after this, the night wouldn’t be wasted. Just this small interaction with this absolute hottie was better than anything I’d had in month. I already imagined going out with him.

Going on a romantic picnic somewhere in the country, away from the busy city, from all the noise and the troubles. We could spend a nice weekend at a resort or on the beach, if the weather allowed…

A girl could dream, couldn’t she?

I wasn’t sure why he was here. His suit was fresh, but it would’ve looked more at home at a business meeting than at a nightclub. I caught a glance at his watch, and it was an expensive one, but not ostentatious, and he didn’t make a point of showing it to anyone.

Was he here for the auction? It didn’t seem like it. He certainly didn’t look like the type to bid on a girl, he could have anyone in here.

And then, like it always happened with me, I began convincing myself not to get my hopes up. How many times have I fallen for a nice guy who had turned out to be just another asshole? Now, I fully expected him to deliver some cheesy pickup line. What’s a fine girl like you doing in a place like this? The oldest one in the book.

Yet, he didn’t. He was still smiling at me, as if I was the one who had called for him, and he was all ears.

It took me another moment to finally shake the spell, and I said, “So, Mr. Blue. You want to buy me a drink or something?”

He only narrowed my eyes, looking straight into mine. I felt like we were talking without saying a word. He was drumming my fingers on the bar, thinking.

“Mr. Blue?”

I laughed. “Yes, Mr. Blue in the club with a drink. Probably a good start to a murder mystery don’t you think?”

“Interesting.” He was silent for another moment and my palms started sweating. What the hell was I talking about?

Finally, he said, “I don’t think so. Do you want to buy me a drink?”