I stood there and forced a smile, my heart thumping loudly as women stood and called out bids.
“Yes, number five twenty, what’s your bid?”
“I say six hundred and fifty.”
A few gasps.
My stomach turned.
That was the highest bid so far. My eyes flicked toward the woman who bid, and my insides twisted.
She was fucking gorgeous.
And she wantedme.
“Going once for bidder five twenty, do I hear anything higher? Going twice for bidder five twenty, going three times, and…sold! To number five twenty. Congrats, five twenty!”
I couldn’t move.
Couldn’t tear my eyes away from her.
She won me…she wanted to. Who is she?
An assistant appeared beside me and led me to the rest of the bachelors, my mind still in a trance, my thoughts a jumbled puzzle I couldn’t sort through.
All I could think about was her.
The rest of the auction passed quickly, and when it was over, the bidders who won came forward to pay before collecting their prize.
One by one, the guys slowly disappeared, until only a few remained.
“Arden Waters, you’re next,” another woman with a clipboard said.
I stood, grabbed my jacket, and headed to the front where the gorgeous woman waited.
Only the last two women were left, and I instantly knew who mine was. I wouldn’t have been able to forget her if I tried.
I thought she was gorgeous before, but now seeing her up close, I was mistaken.
She was breathtaking.
I drank her in slowly, taking her in inch by inch, my eyes dragging over every curve and feature. She couldn’t be more than mid-twenties, her skin soft and youthful looking. A sprinkle of freckles danced across her nose, and her blue eyes shone under the lights. Brown wavy hair lay over her shoulders, and my fingers itched to run through her tresses. Hoops and studs filled both ears up the sides. A small silver stud rested in her nose as well.
She was so fucking beautiful.
Shit, did I say that already? How is my brain complete mush from her mere presence?
I didn’t know her name, but I didn’t care.
My heart was closed off, but I didn’t care.
I never opened it to anyone, and especially not to women I hardly knew, but again, I didn’t care.
Why not? Why does she make me not care? Why her and not others?
It was as if she reached inside me, plucked out my soul, and handed it to me on a platter.
She left me at a loss for words.
