I take the clipboard and fill in the form before handing it back to her.
“There you go,” I say.
When I turn back to the stage, I see Harrison walking toward me.
Broad shoulders, dark eyes, and matching hair. He holds himself with the grace of someone comfortable in their own skin. Someone who, unlike me, probably wears well-fitted suits all the time.
Behind Harrison, the emcee has already moved on to the next bachelor.
My friend, Sage, walks on stage. He looks around until his eyes lock on me.
Double shit.
I’m so going to have to make this up to him.
One look at the sexy, broody Harrison, and I forgot the reason I’m here tonight. And as soon as Harrison said he was being auctioned, I knew no one else would be taking him home.
Possessive much, Fletch?
I shrug and point to Harrison. Sage shakes his head ever so slightly, and I see the corners of his lips curl a little.
A cough grabs my attention.
“If you’re going to bid on someone else too, I can go.” Harrison’s voice has a tinge of annoyance, but his eyes say something else.
“Not so fast, stud muffin. You’re not getting away from me that easy,” I say, taking a long appreciative look at him, from his carefully styled hair to the tips of his polished dress shoes.
I take his hand and lead him to a room off the main hall. Since I was meant to be here for Sage, I’m well versed in the rules of the auction.
“Where are we going?”
I ignore his question as I push the door open and pull him inside. Something makes me certain this scaredy-cat will claw his way out at the earliest opportunity. The moment the door clicks shut, I turn to face him.
Harrison is slightly taller and definitely has a few pounds on me. Despite my best efforts, I’ve never been able to bulk up. I’ve accepted my lean frame for what it is, and there are definitely perks to being lighter than the guys I usually go for.
Harrison looks like he’s effortlessly hunky. As if he can stare at a weight bench and magically gain muscle in all the right places.
“I don’t think we’ve been formally introduced,” I say, pushing my thoughts aside.
He parts his lips, and a slow puff of minty, warm breath comes out.
I want to apologize for my earlier words, put some distance between us and give him the option to go, but I can’t. He smells too good, so I take a step forward.
He takes a step backward and ends up with his back against the door. He doesn't resist when I take a final step forward, taking away every inch of space between us.
Damn, I haven’t been fucked properly in months, and Harrison is staring at me like he could be up for it.
“Harrison,” he says, sounding as spellbound as I am. “But I guess you already know that.”
“Nice to meet you, Harrison. I’m Fletcher.”
He nods.
“What do we do now?”
I smile and bump my nose against his, delighting in the way his breath catches.
“I’d say whatever you want, but you’re mine now.” I bring my hand to his face and trace his lips with a single finger.
