Page 55 of Auctioned to the Billionaire Stalker

He held up a hand. “What Carmen doesn’t know won’t hurt her.”

I leaned back, taking a long drink of my whiskey and going over all the information he’d given me. So far, I couldn’t see a reason why I’d join this club.

“This is all interesting, but I don’t have any desire to join Cinnamon, much less pay extra for the auction.” I stood up.

“Rumor has it,” he said calmly still leaning back casually in his seat, “your girl Daisy is going to be the featured woman in this month’s auction.”

I stood stock still. “What?”

He just observed me as he drank his whiskey. “Interested inthe rest of that tour now?”

I looked around the room, trying to imagine my Daisy strutting down the catwalk half-dressed in front of who knows how many rich, handsome men who wanted her to be theirs for a while. I couldn’t.

“You mean she’s going to go up on an auction block and people are going to bid for her like she’s… I don’t know… a painting or something?”

“That’s right,” he stood up and stretched. “And if you want the chance to be one of those bidders, you better get your ass in gear and get joined up, Lancaster.”

“Fuck,” I spat out.

“Come on,” he said, totally unperturbed. “Let’s go see Daze.”

I hung back for a second, my heart starting to beat wildly.

He arched a brow at me. “Aren’t you dying to see her?”

“I’m not sure I’m her favorite person right now…”

He gave me an assessing look. “I like you, Lancaster, but if you do anything to hurt that sweet girl, I will personally kick your ass. She’s the nicest woman I think we’ve ever had working here. Everyone loves her. She’s a fucking ray of sunshine. So, don’t mess her up.”

I nodded, clenching my jaw. Part of me wanted to throw a punch at Nico’s stupidly handsome face for even suggesting that I’d hurt Daisy on purpose. The other part took one look at his clenched fist, with tattoos covering much of it, and thought I probably wouldn’t walk away the victor from that fight.

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Nico and I sat at what was clearly the best table in Sugar. I looked around in awe. This was not like any strip club I’d ever been to. It was luxurious, glamorous even. The women onstage were fucking gorgeous, but they were classy, too. And the hostesses, as Nico called the waitresses, were ridiculously hot. They wore black halter tops, micro mini skirts, fishnet hose, and stiletto heels. Their hair was pulled back from their faces in a tight ponytail, and they wore a good bit of makeup.

They werehot as fuck.

I swallowed hard as I looked around for Daisy.

An absolutely gorgeous Latina hostess who looked a hell of a lot like Sofia Vergara walked over. “Good evening,” she said, like a pro, “what can I get you gentlemen tonight?”

“Jack, this is Gloriana. Everyone calls her Glory. She’s one of our most popular hostesses, and she’s one of Daisy’s roommates at Cinnamon House.”

Glory got a mischievous smile on her face. “Daisy, huh?”

I didn’t know what to say to that.

“Nice to have you with us, Jack.” She looked at Nico. “I’m guessing you’d like Daisy to service this table tonight?” She made it sound filthy, as if Daisy was about to come blow both of us under the table. I got hard at the thought and tried to think of unsexy things. That was difficult given the fact Glory had leaned over to talk to Nico, and her very impressive tits were pushed up to an almost obscene level.

Oh my God. Daisy was going to be wearing that same thing.

“I’ll be back with some drinks for y’all. Daisy’s with a few tables right this minute. I’ll take over as soon as I can and send her your way.” She winked at me and let her eyes drop to my crotch. “Nice to meet you.” I couldn’t help watching her ass sway as she walked away.

“My God,” I said. “Where do you find these women?”

He chuckled. “Glory’s something else, huh? She’s our most popular hostess. Daisy’s next.”

“What do you mean by most popular?” A wave of jealousy hit me hard.