Scratching Her Vinyl

He’s sex incarnate wrapped in an Armani suit. Tall, muscular, with a sharply chiseled jaw and carefully styled hair the color of gold. And his gaze, dark and piercing, is locked on mine. I feel like the rest of the people in the room fall away and all I can see is this devastatingly handsome man.

After a moment, everyone, myself included, recovers their composure and starts to bid again. But my gaze keeps drifting back to the man. I keep my eyes on him, waiting, hoping for him to jump in again. It’s crazy, but I want him to win me. I don’t know this man from Adam, but somehow I want him to win.

But I start to lose hope as he stands there silently, observing with a placid face that betrays nothing. I can’t get a read on him, at all.

I’ve given up hope, however, when the bids start to slow and he remains silent. When it looks like the auction might end, he jumps in. "Four million dollars,” he calls out coolly.

The rooms falls into a stunned silence. “I’m sorry, sir,” the auctioneer says, “Could you repeat that?”

“Four million dollars,” he repeats, “For the chance to take her virginity."

Everyone is shocked into silence once more. All eyes are on me, waiting for a response. I have no idea what to do. "You can either accept or refuse his bid." The auctioneer reminds me gently.

I'm in too much of a state of shock to talk. I can't believe this is happening to me. I just turn in silence and nod "yes" slowly to the auctioneer.

There’s a pause to allow for other bids, but no one speaks, and after a moment of quiet, the auctioneer declares the man the winner and I’m lead off stage in a daze.

I must be dreaming, right? Four million dollars. I can save the shop and then some, and all I have to do is sleep with this gorgeous man? Surely there has to be a catch, or else I might as well have won the lottery.Chapter 8 - DominicI don't know why I wasted all that time playing the stupid back-and-forth auction game. It would have been so easy for me to just pay double and have her from the start, but I went along with it and I don't know why. It was kind of fun to watch those big blue eyes get bigger and bigger as the numbers climbed.

One thing I did know for certain is that I was going to end up with her tonight. There was no way I was going to let her go home with someone else after I set my sights on her. To be honest, I would have paid any amount to be with her, money’s not an object for me. I'm just annoyed with myself for wasting the time when I could have kept things simple.

I move to the sales table and get things squared away, writing the check for four million dollars without batting an eye. The girl running the table smiles and wishes me a pleasant "Good night."

Now that business has concluded, my night can begin. I look around for my pinup girl and am immediately annoyed when I can’t pick her out in the crowd. “Have you seen where she went?” I ask.

She nods. “Yeah, she went to the restroom, should be right out.”

“Thank you,” I nod and move away from the table, finding a spot where I can clearly see the bathroom doors.

After several minutes, I start to get fidgety and tap my foot on the floor. I cross and undress my arms over my chest. I want to get my night started already and I don't like to be kept waiting. That's the way I've always been. I’m almost starting to wonder if she slipped out a window in there or something.

Finally, she emerges. She looks around and spots me. We lock eyes and she walks over to me. I'm not in any mood to waste time so before she can say a word I ask, "So, your place or mine?" I can see her blush, my words have caught her off guard.

Suddenly she looks irritated. She holds out her hand pointedly and says "Hello. My name is Juliette. What's yours?"

I try to hide my irritation at the sarcasm. "I'm sorry, Juliette. It's a pleasure to meet you. Dominic Ainsley." I reply, introducing myself.

We shake hands and I'm surprised by her grip. For such petite hands they have a lot of strength in them. The annoyance in her face softens and her smile turns genuine. "Pleasure to meet you as well, Mr. Ainsley." She says.

“Please, Dom,” I tell her, shaking my head.

“Dom, then,” she nods, “Nice to meet you, Dom,” We drop hands and she looks around.

My impatience grows more when she looks at me and says, "D-do you mind if I grab a drink or something before we leave?"