It’s my own fault that I manifested her back into my life. I used to dream about her a lot. Now, it’s not as often, but when I first joined the MC a year ago, I was dreaming about her almost every night. She was the last person Carter Trescott, CEO of Milton’s Milkshakes, spoke to before he became just Carter.
It makes sense why I could never stop thinking about her.
But Vex might have a point. Why the fuck did I outbid Conrad? This could be more trouble than it’s worth. Carmen isn’t your average woman either. Even though I barely know her, I have a talent for spotting no-shit-takers out of the crowd.
This woman has an ass that doesn’t quit. Better yet, she has an ass. A magnificent one that looks like it hasn’t been spanked in a while.
It’s one thing for the past to come back into your life.
Another entirely to bid millions of dollars to invite a ghost from that past back in.
5
CARMEN
Millionaireandcreep?
I shouldn’t be surprised. Men who have money tend to spend it on female company.
But I don’t know why Carter Trescott needs to be here when he has a face as insane as his. Women were throwing themselves at him the night we met. One even offered him money, I’m pretty sure.
So, why is he paying for something he can get for free?
Carter composes himself after the slap and leads us away. He brought friends to the auction. Two equally good-looking men who I’d probably let into my panties if the circumstances were different.
Their names are Vex and Skipper, and they wear the same ridiculous clothes as Carter.
We head away from the auditorium and file into the elevator when it arrives.
I scoot as far away from Carter Trescott as possible. I don’t care how divine he smells. He’s still an asshole. An even fucking bigger one than before.
I can’t stop myself from asking, “Are we going to continue standing in silence, or are you going to tell me why you’re attending a misogynistic auction that has been designed to degrade the female race?”
Carter looks down at me with hard eyes. I’m sure this is all very difficult for him. “I could ask you the same thing. Why are you here?”
This man doesn’t need to know that I have a son.
He also doesn’t need to know that I’m here because of said son.
“That isn’t your business.”
Vex elbows Carter in the rib cage. He uses a quiet voice, but I can still hear every word. “She’s hot. Why did you let her go?”
“I told you we’ll talk about this later,” Carter mutters back.
I snort. “Carter isn’t good at goodbyes, are you, buddy?”
His hard gaze is back on mine again, and suddenly I’m flashing back to our encounter three years ago. I was sitting on his lap and his big blue eyes were dazzling in the light.
His eyes, although still the same rich color, are now smaller. It makes me wonder if somebody has finally brought him back down to planet earth.
It was a long time coming.
I lean back against the elevator wall, suddenly aware that I’m still half-naked, dressed in sparkling lingerie and eight-inchstilettos. Appearance-wise, nothing has changed about me at all, except I’ve put on a few pounds.
“What happened to the suits?” I ask.
The hard look intensifies. “I grew out of them.”
