"It is you and you look amazing.” She looks over my dress and nods with approval.
I feel elegant and beautiful in this dress.It's a gold backless dress with a very deep v-line.The slits on the sides show off my long golden legs.The rest shows off everything else.It’s everything I’m not. Designed to distract and show off my finest assets, it’s a win-win and I know it will be a winner with Jacques.
“Thanks.”
"Just try not to look so nervous.These girls are just afraid of the competition.Some of them live for auctions like these and make their yearly income with one month’s work,” Helen states, emphasizing the word work.
“Really?” I can’t help but look and feel surprised.
“Yes," she bubbles.
She's about to say something else when we both see a woman in a see-through dress enter the room.Our mouths fall open. Christ, she's actually naked.
With no panties or a bra on underneath the sheer material, she has everything on show.Everything as in the massive triple D breasts that were obviously surgically enhanced and her ass too.
Her body looks like a cross between Kim Kardashian's and Pamela Anderson's, and she’s purposely piled her platinum blonde hair on top of her head in a messy bun so she can keep the focus on her body.
The award for getting everyone’s attention hands down goes to her.
“That’s Gigi Metrostov, number three,” Helen says under her breath.
“Number three?” I rasp. Panic clenches my chest.
“Uh huh.”
“Number three, as in before me?I’m four.”
“Yeah.”
As if on cue in this fucked up plan of mine I glance over to the other hall and see Jacques talking with another gentleman dressed in a tux.Jacques' eyes are all over Gigi, and she sees him too.
If she’s before me and looks like that, I’m going to have to think of a way to up my game.But how low am I willing to go?
“That's what you call desperate much, or the queen,” Helen sneers.
I’m going with the latter because of the filthy look Gigi gives me when she looks my way and her ice-blue eyes flick down to my gold bracelet.She looks me over, assessing me, then turns her nose up like I’m shit she's trying to avoid stepping in.
Jesus Christ... wow. Oh, how I wish I were curled up on my sofa watching a film.These women here aren't just bitches, they're sharks.Gold diggers.
When I return my focus to Jacques, he’s not there anymore.He didn’t even acknowledge me.
“Don't mind her,” Helen mutters, clearly trying for a pep talk.She saw Jacques looking at Gigi too."He's been after you for weeks.Don't worry."
"I'll try not to."
I know I didn't think this through, and it's crazy because Jacques could decide to be a prick and go for the naked woman.That could leave me at the mercy of someone else.
My God, what the hell would I do if that happened?
Helen starts talking about Adam to distract me.She talks about her vacation plans for the next two weeks and I try to listen, but I barely hear a word she says.My heart hammers in my chest and my nerves buzz with worry over tonight going to hell.
All sorts of things race through my mind, and panic sets in.
I hardly have the time to freak out properly, though, because fifteen minutes later an elegant lady who reminds me of Dolly Parton summons me and the other auctionees.With a wish of luck, I leave Helen and follow the woman as she takes us into a room in the back that looks like a dressing room.
“Hello everyone,” she beams with a dazzling smile.“I am Cynthia. The host for tonight’s auction.We’re about to start and I wanted to wish you luck.Remember, tonight is about fun.There’s also no harm in making some spare change along the way.”
While everyone laughs at the joke, I offer a smile.