“I’m a lawyer, Wes, not a cop.” I chuckled and nodded to Harmony. “That’s NiNi’s thing. She’s FBI. Oh, by the way. Harmony, meet Wes. Wes, my sister Harmony and her husband Jaxon. You probably already know Melody.”
We spent a few minutes greeting each other, then a server arrived to take our order and open bottles of wine and take alternate drink orders.
Before I knew it, dinner was over and it was time for me to do my ‘thing.’
“You’re up,” Harmony said, waving to the podium and I nodded, heading to the stairs at the side of the stage.
Wes helped me up them, then I made my way to the middle of the stage and leaned against the podium. The room was packed, every table bought and filled, and the cash bar already running out of red wine. Jaxon had taken a couple of Doom’s brethren on a wine run, once again saving the night.
“Hello everyone,” I said, glad I’d been forced to take a pain pill earlier. There was no way I would’ve been able to stand there without it. “Thank you so much for coming tonight. I look forward to all of you giving generously in our various auctions. I have it on good authority the firefighters who have graciously donated their time are going to be well worth your donations. Even I have been kept in the dark, so I’m just as excited as you are.”
* * *
Doom
“I want to take a moment to thank…”
I tuned out Lyric’s obligatory thank you speech as I stood back stage and waited for my personal hell to begin. Jesus, I should have just murdered Alamo, hid his body, then pretended I never got signed up for this shit.
Part of my hell came in the form of Lyric Morgan and the gown that begged to be slowly removed from her body. I’d spent most of the evening forcing my dick to behave every time I caught a glimpse of her legs (boot and all) in the short shorts she’d been wearing earlier, and now her evening gown. Jesus, she was stunning.
“I really hope some old lady doesn’t bid on me,” Rabbit lamented.
I rolled my eyes. “I’m hopin’ no one bids on me, period.”
He grinned. “Have you seen the sheer number of high-class pussy out there? I’m good with anyone under the age of forty-five.”
“That’s because you’re young, dumb, and full of cum.”
Rabbit bobbed his head up and down. “Hell, yeah, I am.”
“Jesus,” I hissed as I closed my eyes and shook my head.
“I’m going to turn the evening over to Wynn Porter, she’ll be introducing your auction items! Please give her a warm welcome.”
The place erupted with applause and Wynn took her place on the stage. Wynn was gorgeous. She was probably in her mid-thirties and spoke softly, but confidently. She’d always been cool to me, and even though I hadn’t known her very long, I got a good feeling from her.
Rabbit got called up and I watched as he jogged onto the stage like a fuckin’ Labrador puppy, all legs and stupidity. In the end, some woman, well over forty, bid five-grand on the boy, and Wynn hit the gavel down and it was done.
To Rabbit’s credit, he covered his disappointment like a champ and headed off the stage the opposite way, right as Wynn caught my eye. She smiled slowly and I shook my head.
Well, shit.
“Ladies, we have a real treat for you tonight.”
I tried to keep a scowl off my face as I made my way out of the dark.
“This man was a firefighter with the Savannah Fire Department for ten years before leaving to open his own body shop. So, ladies, he both knows how to use his hose, and pound out your dents.”
I bit back a groan as the laughter filled the room.
“And don’t let his name fool you,” she said, waving me onto the stage, “because his name might be Doom, but he’ll make your heart go zoom.”
I heard a gasp to my left and followed the sound to find Lyric standing on her crutches, her mouth open in shock. I forced myself not to smile as Wynn continued to make really bad puns at my expense.
“Four-thousand,” a woman yelled, standing in the back and waving her arms.
“Four-thousand, five-hundred,” another one yelled.
