“Oh no, can we not!” I plead.
“Yes! We have to,” Scarlet tells me. “I had other prizes added too. It’s going to be a blast.”
“Auction?”Mason asks.
“Nina, and Lucy,” Elliot tells him, his eyes set on Lucy. “They’re auctioning themselves for a date tonight.”
“What?!” Mason snaps, already outraged.
“It’s just for fun,” Scarlet reassures him.
“Vinny said he will bid,” I tell him. I turn to Megan. “Accept Vinny’s offer, Megs, please!”
“Sure thang,” she mumbles, her eyes heavy.
Megan’s drunk! Good god, this won’t be good.
I give Mason a wave as Scarlet pulls me through the crowdand over to the stage. The boys all take a stand at the bar, a hard look on every one of their faces.
“The boys are pissed,” I tell the girls.
“They’ll get over it. It’s for charity.” Scarlet rolls her eyes, fluffing my hair.
“Your tits are wonky,” Megan tells me, her smile lazy as she stands in a daze.
“Gee, thanks Megs. Just wait till you have kids! Scar, you can’t have this idiot doing the auction!”
“She’ll be fine.”
“I’m fine!” Megan grins.
I stand to the side with Lucy as she slowly climbs the steps onto the stage.
I’m thankful for the alcohol I’ve consumed tonight, otherwise, I’d never have the guts to do this.
Somehow, Megan pulls the whole thing off. Her wit and drunken charm seem to get the crowd warmed up, and as Lucy and I step up on stage they’ve already raised an impressive eight hundred thousand pounds.
The money in the room tonight is unbelievable.
My stomach twists into knots as I stand on the stage, Megan’s voice like white noise as I struggle to focus on what she’s saying. This has to be my worst nightmare. I don’t know why I ever agreed to it or why the girls thought I would be able to do it.
Fucking Lucy!
My eyes seek her out and I glare at her, watching as her face drops.Are you okay?She mouths.
I shake my head, wondering if I should just slip off to the side of the stage quietly and hope that nobodynotices.
Taking a deep breath in, I try to concentrate on Megan.
“So, which one of you gentlemen would like to take this beautiful bombshell out on a date?”
My eyes scan the crowd. The majority of the men in the room are married off or brought dates with them tonight. What if no one bids on us. It’s embarrassing.
“Five hundred,” John shouts, lifting his hand and placing a bid on his own daughter.
A smile breaks past my lips even though the situation is ridiculous.
“Six!” someone shouts.
