Page 24 of Auctioned to the Billionaire Stalker

She looked beautiful. She always did. She took off her helmet and her hair tumbled over her shoulders, flowing mid-way down her back. Her shorts were so short they barely covered her ass. God. That ass. Those legs. I’d give just about anything to be between them.

She went into Dinardo’s, and I finally turned around.

Tallon was staring at me, a worried expression on his face.

“What?”

“Nothing, nothing,” he said, giving me a look that said it was definitely something. “It’s just—are youspyingon the tomato soup girl?”

“Her name is Daisy.”

“Jesus. You are.” Tallon paced around my office for a minute. “This is weird, Jack. You’ve never been like this before.”

I sighed. “Tell me something I don’t already know.”

“What are you going to do? You can’t just spy on her indefinitely. And don’t think I haven’t seen you staring creepily at her from your office door when she delivers your food. I hope she hasn’t seen you.”

I frowned. “Do you think she has?”

“Man, I don’t know.” He stared at me. “What about Cayenne? Are you going to join? That would get her out of your head, right?”

I shook my head. “Crazy as this sounds—no to both.” I went on to tell him about my experiences and how, if anything, it’d made my obsession with Daisy even more forefront in my mind.

When I was done he whistled, long and low. “Damn. If you’re not goingto join, can I?”

I gave him a look. “I thought you’d help me…”

“Yeah, yeah. Sorry. Okay, so if you don’t think joining a sex club will help you forget this girl, why don’t you just fucking ask her out?”

Therein lay the problem. “You know why.”

“Because you don’t know how?” He shook his head. “That’s ridiculous. You just go up to her and ask her to dinner. She’s going to say yes. You’re a famous billionaire. And you’re not disgustingly ugly. I mean, I’m way better looking, but…”

“Fuck off,” I laughed. We always joked about who was more handsome, more built, better with women… the list could go on forever. “We both know I’m better looking.” My eyes met his, and the smile fell from my face. “But I’m being serious. I can’t get this girl out of my head. I’ve never felt like this before.”

Tallon frowned and sat down, his leg bouncing with nervous energy. “I have a plan.”

I leaned back in my chair. “I’m all ears.”

“You treat this like any of your other dates. The only difference is thatyouaskherout instead of the other way around. Or instead of some publicist calling your sister to set you up with some hot, famous chick.”

“Treat her like my other dates?” The idea didn’t sit well with me. I wanted to be with Daisy. Like in a relationship. And that’s not how my dates ended.

“Yes. You pick her up, take her to a nice dinner, fuck around in the limo, end up at the condo, fuck her for a couple of hours, call her a car, give her a gift, kiss her cheek, and wave goodbye from the elevator.” He sat back in his chair and put his hands behind his head in a relaxed pose. “She’ll be out of your system, and you can go back to normal. Problem solved.”

I narrowed my eyes at him, thinking. “You really think that will work?”

“Hundred percent, man. I know you, Jack. You’re not a settle down kind of guy. You can’t do one woman for the rest of your life, no matter how hot she is.”

I looked out the window. Maybe he was right. What if I wasblowing this up and making it into a big deal for nothing? What if Daisy would turn into just another girl after I fucked her? God. What if I’d treated it like a grand romance to last a lifetime and lost interest immediately? That would be extremely shitty of me.

I didn’t want to treat her like that.

“That might work,” I said already planning out the date with her and how the night would go in my head.

“It will. You just have to stick to the plan. Treat herexactlylike you do your other dates.”

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