Page 79 of Auctioned to the Billionaire Stalker

I nodded while Daisy nearly clapped her hands in delight at the thought of riding in the horse-drawn carriage. I helped her up, then climbed in beside her.

We had a twenty-minute ride through the city to The Olde Pink House, one of Savannah’s best restaurants. I took the time to chat with her, surprised that I didn’t feel awkward or self-conscious. We’d gotten to know each better over the past few days, and if I’d been infatuated with her before, it was bordering on obsession now.

I wanted to spend all my time with her. I didn’t care so much about the next installment ofCaveSphere.I sure as hell wasn’t working late. I got to work late and left early, and I could tell my family was shocked. Grandma thought I had been body snatched. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that meant something entirely different now than what she was referencing.

“What are you thinking about so hard?”

Daisy’s question made me smile, and I realized I’d been staring at her. She looked… perfect. Even after our bout of amazing sex before we’d left the condo. Her hair was long and shiny, her eyes were bright, and her smile was the sweetest I’d ever seen. And her body. Goddamn. It was killing me.

I’d heard of hourglass figures before, but hers was insane. The dress she was wearing highlighted every curve to utter perfection, and I was having trouble not wanting to punch every guy who stared at her.

“What have you been up to lately?”

I glanced at her, surprised. “You mean at work?”

She laughed. “Yeah.”

“Oh, um, just boring stuff. Work. I’d much rather be home with you.” I realized what I’d said at the same time her eyes went wide. Home. I’d called the condo home.

It kind of was. I’d slept there every night since I’d ‘won’ her at the auction. And, as far as I was concerned, no one would keep me away from her ever again.

But she didn’t need to know that. No sense in scaring her.

She easily talked over the awkward moment, detailing her spa days, her shopping excursions, and her classes, until we pulled up in front of the old pink mansion. “Ready?” I asked, stepping down and reaching up for her hand.

She put her hand in mine, then stepped down easily and elegantly from the cab. I thanked the driver, tipping him handsomely before turning to offer her my arm.

She looked around with interested, understated excitement. She was classy. No one would ever have thought I bet on her in a sex auction. The thought was fleeting, and I shook it from mymind. I didn’t want anyone to know that or think less of her for the way we’d gotten together. Ever.

She talked and laughed as we walked up to the waiting area, and everything was going well until she suddenly went stiff beside me.

I turned quickly to look at her and saw that she was staring at a college-aged guy standing with an attractive blonde. She had nothing on Daisy, though, and the guy was staring at my date as if he was seeing her naked. I frowned at the look of longing on his face.

“Hey, Daze.”

Daisy smiled tightly, but there was no warmth in her eyes. “Hello, Myers.” She looked at the girl. “Hannah.”

The blonde looked miserable. “Hi, Daisy.” She eyed Daisy with hope, as if she wasn’t expecting an answer but hoping she got one anyway.

Daisy didn’t even bother smiling at her.

“Who’s this?” the douche asked, staring at me as if he was going to try to take me.

Before Daisy could answer, I stepped forward, offering the guy my hand to shake. I shook his, gripping it hard enough to hurt. He winced a little. “Myers is it? I’m Jack Lancaster. This is my girlfriend, Daisy.”

Myers’ eyes went crazy as they darted to Daisy’s. “Girlfriend? You’re with this guy?” He said it as if I was a bridge troll. He also ignored his date completely, and she looked as if she’d like to crawl in a hole.

“Yes. Jack and I are together,” Daisy said, as I pulled her closer and she smiled up at me. “Well, y’all enjoy your dinner,” she said, as a hostess directed us to our table.

“Daisy, wait. Please,” the guy said, but she moved away from him as if she hadn’t even heard him. Fine by me.

“What was that about?” I asked as I pulled her chair out for her then walked around to mine.

She looked upset, and it made me want to run back over there and punch the guy in the face. “That’s myex-boyfriend.”

My eyebrows raised. “How long were you with him?”

“Over a year. Until I walked in on him fucking my former best friend.”