Wanted: A Bad Boy Auction Romance

“You think you can outbid me?”

“Oh, no way, I’m just messing with you, buddy. Like I said, I don’t want to fight with you, I want us to help each other.”

“But do I want to do business with you?” I asked.

“In a way, you already have, Owen, isn’t that so?”

I eyed him carefully, I didn’t want Sydney involved in any of this.

“I got what we wanted, now I’m taking the girl home. Understood?”

He nodded and let me pass.

When we got outside Sydney looked me over. “What was that about?”

“Nothing.”

“That’s what people say when there’s something going on. Usually something terrible.”

“Not for you, Sydney.”

She raised an eyebrow at me, but seemed to accept my response.

“So where to?”

She smiled, genuine and beautifully. “Anywhere but here.”

“Done.”

Chapter 9

Sydney

Standing outside the bar waiting for Owen’s driver, we stood silently next to one another.

I was confused. On the one hand, I wanted Owen to like me and to want to take me back to his place. I felt our connection, and thought he felt it as well. But at the same time, he had just bought me at an auction! I still couldn’t quite comprehend that this had really happened, and still had my doubts about the whole affair.

I felt like I owed him, and that maybe this passion I felt for him was just that. But I trusted him. Out of everyone I had met that night, Owen had been the only one to grab my attention. He was funny, charming, and open with me. Not to mention insanely rich and willing to pay huge money just to spend a night with me.

Was that fair? Or were my feelings misguided? I told myself it was part of the game – an innocent exchange. Only we were no longer in the comfort of the luxury club. Standing in the street at night felt awfully close to reality, and it was not as pretty.

But one thing I knew for sure was that from the moment he blocked my view on the stage and our eyes met for the first time, there had been electricity between us. It was like nothing I had ever felt for any other man.

I wanted to be with him; to get to know him better than anyone. I wanted to sleep with him. What I wouldn’t give for a night with this man…

Owen’s driver finally arrived, double-parking the town car and stepping out to open the door for us.

“Sorry it took me so long,” he said.

Owen didn’t reply, just helped me get inside, and then sat next to me. The driver shut the door and went around the car and back behind the wheel.

The cabin smelled strongly of new leather. I took a deep breath and exhaled. Holy shit this was a nice car. “Is this yours?”

“Nice, isn’t it?”

We sat in silence for a moment as the car sped up.

“This was something, huh?” Owen said. “I’ve never been to an auction before. It’s…”