“Five hundred and seventy thousand dollars going once, going twice—”
“A million,” someone shouts.
Oh. My. God.The auctioneer gasps, the whole room gasps, I gasp, and even the chair under me gasps. As if single-minded, we all turn to see who the fuck is crazy enough to pay that much money foroneevening with anyone. Evora is gorgeous, but still.
The man is easy to spot, still holding his hand up. At least he isn’t old or fat. Damn, he’s rather attractive, actually. Once the auctioneer dismissed his stupor, he does his job and gavels the deal down.
“A million is insane,” I say once we return our attention to the table.
“That’s the price of a table tonight,” Lex explains.
“Really?”
“Yes. Except the four right before the stage, which are five million each.”
Flabbergasted, I turn to the tables he mentioned. The man who just bid on Evora is at one of them, surrounded by pretty women and men. If he’s that rich, maybe a million dollars makes a little more sense.
“How much would you bid for me?” I playfully ask Lex.
“I don’t have to bid for you, freckles.”
“Hypothetically, though, how much would you be willing to pay if you could win… let’s say a sloppy toppy from me.”
He frowns. “What’s that?”
“A blow job.”
“Oh… Well, morally, I wouldn’t want to pay for that kind of favor from my girlfriend, Miss Walker. But knowing how good you are at it, I’d say way more than a million.”
I giggle, delighted by his answer. “I’ll give you a discount and do it for free.”
“Maybe we should get home and handle that, then.”
“That’s actually a good idea. But I need to use the bathroom first.”
“Me too. Then we’ll say goodbye to everyone and take our leave.”
“Perfect. Let’s go.”
Lex and I walk to the bathroom, then separate to our gendered ones. I do my business quickly, eager to get home, and as I’m washing my hands, I see a familiar face appear in the mirror in front of me. Evora is in one of the stalls, awkwardly passing her head out of it as she looks around. When she sees me, something lights up on her face.
“Andrea, perfect!” she says as she waves for me to join her.
Really fucking confused, I dry my hands and walk up to her. I don’t have time to ask what’s happening before she tugs me into the stall with her, holding the front of her loose bustier with her arm. Thankfully, the stalls are spacious, like every single part of this hotel, it seems, so we aren’t awkwardly pushed into one another.
“I am so sorry,” she explains. “I have a wardrobe malfunction, and my assistant isn’t picking up her phone, and I’ve been trying to fix it for five minutes, and—”
“Turn around,” I quickly say, ready to help. She complies and gathers her hair over her shoulder. Oh, the hook at the top of her corset isbroken. I pull her zipper up, but it immediately slides down again from the tight fit.
“Shit,” I mutter, trying to find a way to make it hold.
“I swear to God, I’m never wearing anything like this ever again. Having to get naked to pee is one thing, but this? What was I thinking?!” she laments.
“You look incredible, so don’t let a little hiccup take that away from you.”
She lets out a small laugh. “Thank you.”
“It did get you a million-dollar date,” I tell her.
