She tilts her head. “You don’t need one. Just go like that,” she says dreamily.
That smile.
Those eyes.
Oh, this woman is enjoying my suffering way too much. She bats her lashes, and I’m pretty sure this is how Rome fell.
I point at her. “No. Out of the question.”
“It’s not a bad idea,” Brian mutters. “And it’s not like you haven’t been shirtless on plenty of SEAL runs.”
“You were a SEAL?” Pix asks, suddenly too interested.
“Not a peep,” I order.
Brian shrugs. “Look, it’s not like you have a choice.” He’s already heading for the door. “Pants. Tie. Let’s go.”
I’m about to root myself to the floor when Pix wraps two delicate hands around mine.
Electricity sparks, catching me off guard.
“Come on, Lumberjack,” she says lightly. “I’ve got fifty bucks with your name on it.”
My feet unlock.
Wow. One touch from a gorgeous woman, and my common sense completely clocks out.
CHAPTER 17
Harrison
From the side of the stage, I take in the room.
What a nightmare.
Women. Lots of them. Packed in like fucking sardines.
One shouts out, “Show us what we’re bidding on!”
Brian’s expression is pure, unfiltered glee. “I’ll match the winning bid if you oil yourself down for the crowd.”
“Bite me.”
Zac straightens my tie. “We should probably mention that tearaway pants are sold separately.”
“It’s Raining Men” blares over the speakers.
For the love of God.
I glare at them both.
Brian winks. “Showtime, stallion.”
I’m about to cut bait and run when Zac shoves me toward the stage entrance.
I watch as Brian makes his way center stage. The crowd goes wild.
He taps the mic and waits for the room to hush.
