Money.
It was clear to see she came from money, or she had it on her own. Especially when the bid was already up to two million and she was still at it.
She had a smirk on her face, as if she knew she was going to win.
Atta was not bidding, but she had a paddle. I snatched it and raised it a few seconds before the blond’s bid could win it all.
Win a date withmine.
What the hell am I thinking?!
I was not.
Pure instinct had taken over.
I even ignored Angelo’s rough laughter into his drink, and my cousin’s smirk.
Classy blond and I were engaged in a war with the paddles.
The lifts of her hand were getting more aggressive.
So were mine.
I had wiped the smirk off her face and replaced it with sweat on her brow. She had probably not done this much work in her entire life for anything.
When my hand went up again, she growled.
I narrowed my eyes at her.
Her hand went up.
I almost growled but did not want to give her the satisfaction.
My hand went up.
She went to lift her hand but stopped. It was as if a chain had shackled her, and it was rattling with the will to bid again, butperhaps she could not. She gave me a glare that would have sent a lesser woman shaking in her boots, but I was raised with Capri Capella. Not many women could intimidate me. Not when I lived with Intimidation Regina.
The auctioneer was counting down.
Going, going, going…
“Sold!” He slapped his gavel down. “To the beautiful lady with the roses in her hair! You got yourself a mighty fine date here, ma’am! Be gentle with him, though. You look like the queen of breaking hearts. You’re a looker. Hahahahaha.”
The entire room seemed to release a bated breath, and then it exploded with applause. All but Classy Blond, who flung her paddle so hard on the table I heard it crack. She huffed and stormed toward the stage, where the auctioneer had to stop her from going toward Mariano.
His eyes were on mine.
Narrowed.
As if to say…Tell me again how you do not care about this—us. I challenge you to.
I rolled my eyes at him and turned to leave.
“Sis,” Atta said, reaching for me to stop.
It was not her but a much bigger body that did it.
Casanova.
