“It’s not funny! It’s so not funny!” The reality of my situation was sobering me up rather quickly.
“I am pretty irresistible,” he joked.
“It was the dog that threw me. Cutest thing ever,” I grumbled.
“Tobey?” He pointed at the water. “Drink some more.”
I glared at him over the bottle as I tipped it to my mouth.
My obvious displeasure only vaguely registered with him. “Tobey’s a sweet enough little fellow, but don’t be embarrassed to admit you want me.”
At his words, I choked on the water, dumping half of it down the front of my dress.
My dress!
And he’d yet to wipe that ridiculous grin off his gorgeous face. Except, God, it wasn’t a ridiculous grin. I watched his mouth and had to admit it was a the sexiest– most-fabulous– grin ever.
He caught me staring and licked his lips. Kiss me, a voice in my brain chanted. Kiss me. Kiss me. Okay, maybe it wasn’t my brain talking. I’d truly lost it. I mean, shouldn’t I be thinking about how to get out of this mess?
He took a moment to try to be serious. “So… you didn’t really mean to bid for me? You wanted to bid for Senator Flint?”
Oh, I’d wanted to bid for him, for sure. “I was supposed to buy the senator– for my boss.”
His brows rose at my admission and he seemed to be looking at me like I was crazy. He wiped what I think was gonna be a smirk from his mouth.
“I got confused.” My face felt hot at this admission. “And the bartender kept sending me the most delicious Lemon Drop Martinis…”
Hunter wiped at his mouth again.
“What am I gonna do?” I groaned. I needed to try to fix this.
“I suppose you could find whoever bid on Flint… and–”
“I could see if she’d trade with me!” My heart raced at a possible solution to all of this. Showing no grace whatsoever, I crawled around and pushed myself to stand again. “Oh, that’s brilliant! And she’ll be getting a bargain! I paid three thousand more for you!”
“You’re way to happy to get rid of me. Heartbreaker.” His voice contained laughter and his gaze lingered on my legs.
“As if.” I tugged at my dress. I’d practically been flashing him.
Grabbing his wrist in one hand and my bag of lingerie in the other, I pulled him toward the entrance. “We need to find her. I think she was wearing a red dress. An older woman.”
Except he didn’t move. “Don’t you want your shoes?”
The thought of putting my puppies back into those stilts made me cringe. I scooped them up and tucked them, toes first, into my purse. I’d break my ankles if I tried wearing them at this point.
“Holly?” His low velvety voice halted my frantic motions. I couldn’t help myself. For five minutes, I want to pretend he’s mine. And the look he’s giving me confirms it.
I’d never done anything like this before but I decided then and there to take matters into my own hands.
I decided to kiss him. Before I could change my mind, I pulled his head down, stood on my tiptoes to get closer, and then–
Whack.
The heel of my shoe nearly took one of his eyes out.
He raised one hand to his face and stepped back.
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry. Tell me I didn’t poke your eye out!” I dropped everything and tried to peel his hand away from his eye.
