Page 11 of Auctioned to the Billionaire Stalker

“Dude! Don’t do it where she can hear you,” he hissed.

I dropped the phone back on the receiver like it was made of lava. He was right. I couldn’t let her hear me request her. That was kind of pathetic.

Whatwaswrong with me? Whatever had come over me as I’d looked down into her pretty green eyes wasn’t going away. If anything, the feeling that I needed to be around her, keep her with me, learn everything about her—it was growing stronger.

I shot a look at Tallon. “What does it feel like when you like a girl? I mean really like a girl.”

Tallon’s eyebrows shot up, then a slow grin crossed his face. “Well, Jack, when two people like each other very much, they sometimes touch each other in ways that could confuse you at first…”

“Shut the fuck up.” I rolled my eyes. “You know what I meant. I want to do more than fuck her. That’s all I’m saying.”

He blinked. “You never want to do more than fuck a girl.”

I turned and practically yelled at him. “I know!” I rubbed the back of my neck as I sat on the corner of Grandma’s desk. Then I realized I was messing it up. I was soggy with soup and left a butt print where I’d been sitting.

“I’d better change clothes.”

“You think?”

“Quit giving me crap and help me,” I hissed as the footsteps grew louder, and Daisy appeared once again.

She was wearing aCaveSphereshirt in the big and tall size Grandma ordered for me. It… did not fit her well.

“Oh,” I said. “That doesn’t really fit.”

Grandma snorted. “Did you think it would?”

“I didn’t think about it.” I stared at Daisy. She stood there, wearing a T-shirt that looked like some kind of weird muumuu dress. “You, um, probably don’t want to go out in that, huh?”

She laughed, and the sound delighted me. I found myselfgrinning at her like an idiot, and I could feel the stares of Grandma and Tallon practically burning holes in me.

This was… so different. I just stared at her.

It wasn’t until she stopped laughing and bit her lip, cheeks turning a pretty shade of pink that I realized I was making her uncomfortable. I pulled my eyes off her and looked between Tallon and Grandma, silently pleading with them to help me.

It took them a moment, as if they were characters from one of my video games that hadn’t been programmed for the situation they’d found themselves in.

Then they started talking at once.

“You two should go to lunch,” Tallon said.

“Jack, you should take Daisy home. I’m sure she needs a shower and a better change of clothes than… this.” Grandma gestured to the muumuu T-shirt.

They talked over each other, and Daisy and I both looked back and forth between them. “Yes,” I said desperately. “Let’s do that.”

Daisy pulled the collar of the T-shirt back on her shoulder. It immediately slid off again, and I could see her bra strap. I could tell it was lacy and had probably been ivory or white before the tomato soup had turned it a weird, pinkish red color. I swallowed. The sight of it made me grow hard. My God. What was wrong with me? I’d dated famous lingerie and swimsuit models before and hadn’t been even close to this turned on watching them at their fashion show.

With Daisy all it took was the sight of her bra strap.

“I really need to get back to work,” Daisy said, and my stomach dropped. I was going to have to let her go.

“But you can’t go like that,” I protested.

She looked down at herself. “Yeah, you’re probably right.” Tomato soup was still dripping from her hair.

“Let me take you home. I’ll wait for you to take a shower or whatever, and then I’ll drive you back to Dinardo’s,” I offered. “I could pick up lunch then.” I would love to take her to lunch. In fact, I would love to take her to my house inthe Bahamas.

And never let her leave.