Wanted: A Bad Boy Auction Romance

We had moved our books to the side and dinner was set up. I had ordered from one of my favorite restaurants across town. The food smelled delicious, a meat and potatoes deal that tasted as good as it looked. The dinner came with a bottle of red wine and we indulged in a glass even though Hailey had said, “I don’t think we should.”

“Come on. Just one glass.”

The stiffness between us had slowly melted away and the conversation between us flowed smoothly. Our plates were almost empty and the wine glasses were in the same condition. We were both on our second glass.

Hailey lifted her glass to her lips for another sip then commented, “This is really good.”

“I’m glad you like it.”

“So,” she said stretching the word. “This suddenly seems more like a date than a study session. I’m thinking you tricked me, Mr. Murphy.”

She didn’t sound mad about the possible trickery but I thought her relaxed attitude had a lot to do with the wine. She wouldn’t feel the same if she was clearheaded. She would be back to the girl on the hike, pissed and cold.

She took another sip and her drop of liquid glistened off her lower lips before she licked it off.

I wanted to lean forward and taste those lips.

I followed suit and brought my glass to my lips, trying to control the impulse. I wasn’t drunk in that moment but neither was I fully sober.

My eyes dropped to the fullness of her lips and she noticed, if the way her nostrils flared and her eyes darkened were any i

ndication.

“And would it bother you if this was in fact a date?’ I asked, subtly moving closer to her. We were sitting on the same side of the table and we had already drifted far closer than when we studied.

“I am pretty sure it is the wine talking but I am completely okay with it. Although if I had known earlier, I would have worn something a little more fitting for the occasion,” she said, playing with her lock of her that had fallen over her shoulder.

She was flirting with me and I loved it. Hailey was very reserved but once she came out of her shell, it was a sight to behold.

I very much doubted her words though. She had been so harsh on the hike, but now I realized maybe that was all a show for her younger brother. And if it was, then I was a lucky man.

Another sip of wine. Then she continued, “So now that you have wined and dined me, what’s next?”

I leaned closer still until her lips were only a few centimeters from mine. I inhaled her every exhale and she did the same for me.

“That is entirely up to you,” I said, my tone lowering. Becoming more intimate.

She sighed, pulling away slightly. “You’re bad for me Wyatt. Trouble.”

“Always have been, I’ve never denied that.”

“We were just supposed to study.”

“Then we will,” I agreed.

Her lips tilted up in one corner. “Are you telling me you have no ideas on what you would like to happen next? Besides study I mean.”

My lips curved too although I felt absolute predatory in that moment,

“Oh I had quite a few knocking around my noggin,” I answered suggestively. “But I believe in letting a lady go first. In everything. You remember, right?”

Her cheeks became pink and I knew she remembered how I liked to make her come first at least once before I took my pleasure when we screwed around in the past.

“I remember. Good policy,” she agreed.

There was hardly any space left between our lips now. Just the slightest move forward on either of our parts and our lips would be locked.

I was about to make that move when a noise had us both jerking our heads around to see what caused it.