Page 25 of Auctioned to the Billionaire Stalker

“Jack,” Grandma’s voice came over the intercom. “Lunch is here.”

I shot out of my chair and was heading out of my office before she was done with the sentence. I had to see her. Daisy.

I ran a hand through my hair nervously, forgetting I was wearing a backwards baseball cap. It fell on the floor, and I stooped to pick it up. When I looked back up, there she was. She was standing at Grandma’s desk, talking and laughing with her.

I felt my chest tighten and constrict. I could barely breathe. God, she was so beautiful. She tossed her long, dark hair over her shoulder. Her green eyes sparkled with good humor. My eyes scanned over her. Fuck. Her body was the stuff dreams were made of. Wet ones. Her tits were large and round without being too big for her body. Her ass was round and firm. Her waist tapered in and flared out the perfect amount for her hips. She was perfectly proportioned.

I’d love to hold those hips as I thrust inside her, fucking her hard from behind. I closed my eyes and groaned. The thought was so all-consuming, it made me weak in the knees. I wanted her. Badly.

But the thought of asking her out made my hands shake. I hadn’t had to be the one doing the asking in… well, ever. I didn’t even know exactly what to do—how to go about it. But Tallon was right. I had to man up and get it done. Then I could fuck Daisy out of my system and go back to normal.

I watched as she threw back her head and laughed at something. My God. Her laugh was beautiful. Like bells or wind chimes mixed with sunshine and happiness.

Oh lord. Maybe I could go back to normal.Maybe.

“Jack,” Grandma said sharply, and my eyes flew open. “What’s wrong with you?”

“Oh, sorry. Um, nothing.” I realized she, Tallon, and Daisy were all staring at me. I narrowed my eyes. Why was Tallon out here? He was a handsome fucker. I didn’t need him and Daisy falling for each other.

I stalked over and grabbed the bag off the desk. “Thanks,” I mumbled, unable to say anything more when I locked eyes with her. I was mesmerized by her. I didn’t realize I’d just been standing there staring at her until Tallon broke into my thoughts.

“Go eat it, Jack. It’s going to get cold, and we all know how you hate cold soup.”

Daisy glanced at the clock on Grandma’s desk. “Oh, I have to go. Nice to see y’all. See ya, Mr. L.”

It took me a minute to realize she was talking to me. “Oh. Call me Jack,” I barked out gruffly, and she stepped back, wincing a little. I wanted to punch myself in the face.

“Sorry,” she muttered.

“No,” I said, too loudly. I cleared my throat. “No, I didn’t mean it that way. I just…” I fumbled in my pants for my wallet. I tried to hide that it was a nylon velcroCaveSphereone instead of being made out of nice leather, but it was impossible.

I saw her bite a lip to hide her smile, and I almost lost it again. I wanted to reach out, jerk her against me, and crush those plump lips against mine. I wanted to bite them, taste them, plunder them. Like a fucking pirate.

I shook myself out of my fog of lust and dug in my wallet. I pulled out a couple of hundred dollars. “Here.” I thrust them at her.

She frowned. “Oh. Um… that’s way too much… Jack.” I could tellshe felt weird saying my name, but my God. It did things to me to hear my name on her lips.

“It’s not enough,” I whispered under my breath, but I could tell she heard me.

“Oh…Okay,” she said. “Well, I’ll, um, see y’all tomorrow.” She gave a little wave before turning and walking towards the elevators to leave.

My eyes homed in on her perfect ass as she walked away from me.

Suddenly, I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to do it. I had to ask her out. I strode across the executive suite, following her to the elevators.

“Oh, hey, Jack. Did I forget something?” She looked up at me with wide eyes, surprised to see me as she’d turned around in the elevator.

I held the door open, not letting the doors close. “Go out with me.”

Her eyebrows almost disappeared in her hairline. “What?”

“On Saturday night. Go on a date with me.”

“Uh… you want to go out with me?”

Oh God. She was going to say no. She was going to reject me and then I’d never be able to look her in the face again. I’d have to move. I’d re-locate the headquarters of Lancaster Games to Canada. People were supposed to be nicer there, anyway.

“Sure,” she finally said.