“Nothing we need to get involved with.”I smile at her, then wonder if she might be into threesomes.
For three guys who used to share lovers at the club for over a decade, now they’d skin someone alive for touching their women.
“Did I miss something?”
“I hope so.”I keep my eyes looking forward, wondering how I’d feel about Zander and me sharing Gemma if she was so inclined.
No.
Big fat fucking no way!
We line up, taking in all the valuable auction items.Each has a tablet attached where you can place a bid.The card I was handed when we arrived has my personal details, so all I need to do is swipe, and if I’m the highest bidder, the funds will deduct from my account.
“Is that the mayor?”Gemma whispers.
“Yes.”I lean down to read the small print on the ten-day vacation in the Maldives.
God, I could do with a holiday.
“Oh, look, it’s vintage Chanel.The Chanel Haute Couture gown was worn by Cindy Crawford in 1993,” Gemma reads out loud.“Stunning.”
While I swipe the Maldives package, Gemma gasps, and my spine snaps into an upright position, looking for the threat.
Which doesn’t exist.
She’s leaning over a display further along as if there’s a bunch of damn kittens in it.
“My goodness!”she exclaims.“Drew, look at this.”
I take a few steps to her side and find myself almost blinded.A breathtaking twenty-carat teardrop diamond pendant suspended from a pavé diamond chain lies on a bed of black velvet.
I understand her gasp.
It’s fucking stunning.
Gemma can’t seem to look away.“Have you ever seen anything more beautiful?”Her eyes lift to mine, and I almost sayyes.“Well, aside from my daughter, of course.”
That’s not what I was going to say.
“Sorry, I guess I’m a bit of a magpie.I saw the Crown Jewels in England once.They made my jaw drop, but of course no one can ever wear them except the royal family.Even then, they rarely do, and how would...”
When she looks back at me the second time, I’m grinning.
“God, I’m rambling.Sorry.”
“It would look gorgeous on you,” I rasp as Gemma steps away the moment she becomes aware of a group of people gathered behind us.
I do the same, and she tucks herself into my side.
Does she know she’s done it?
She blushes again.“It would look beautiful on any woman.”
Not true.
We watch a celebrity couple admire the diamond and then walk off muttering, and I can’t help but wonder if they are going to bid.I know who they are, and I don’t think they have the spare cash that item would take.
I could be wrong.
