Page 88 of Auctioned to the Billionaire Stalker

I frowned. I could tell she was suddenly wishing she hadn’t said anything.

“You know what? Let’s just have sex again, okay?” She walked over and put her hands on my chest, standing on her tiptoes to kiss me. For the first time, I was going to turn her down.

Maybe the only time.

“No.”

Her eyes got big. “No?” She was flabbergasted.

“Nope.” I grinned at her. “We’re going shopping.” I grabbed a baseball cap, plunked it down on my head, stuffed my keys in the pocket of my well-worn jeans, and grabbed her hand. “Ah, shit. I should put my contacts in.”

“Don’t,” she blurted out.

I looked at her with a raised eyebrow. “Don’t?”

She shook her head. “I think they’re sexy as hell,” she admitted.

Huh. “I might never wear contacts again.”

“Fine by me,” she pulled her hand out of mine. “Hold on,” she said. “I need to put a little makeup on…”

“Nah, you don’t need it.” I reached for her and grabbed her hand again, pulling her towards me.

“I hate when guys say that,” she grumbled, but followed me into the hallway and locked the door behind her anyway. “Watch. This will be the time someone posts a picture of us on social media, and the whole world will wonder why you’re slumming it…”

“Hey,” I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her close to me. “Stop that. Just because I’ve been in some magazines and shit like that doesn’t mean a thing. You are far and away too good for me, as anyone who knows both of us could testify to.” A thought occurred to me, and I tried to hide the smile before she could see it.

“What?” She grabbed my hand.

I pulled her tight against me inside the elevator after we stepped inside. I whispered in her ear, “Which picture would you rather have spread across social media? The two of us together like this,” I gestured to what we were wearing, both of us in very casual athletic wear, “or a picture of you naked and coming against the window in our hotel in Savannah?”

She smacked my chest and turned bright red. “I think you know the answer to that,” she hissed as I laughed.

The doors to the elevator opened, and we almost ran right into Nico Salazar. I knew he lived in one of thepenthouses on the top level of Salazar Heights, but I’d never run into him at the complex before. He grinned when he saw us. “Hey, you two. You’re looking cozy.”

I had my arm around Daisy’s waist, my other hand entwined in hers. She tried to pull away, but I wouldn’t let her. I knew Carmen drilled it into the cinnamon girls’ heads that they couldn’t have real relationships with the guys who bid on them. That it was just a transactional thing—fucking for whatever it was the woman wanted, plus a crap ton of money. I knew she was very aware that Nico was knew all about Carmen’s rules.

The only thing Daisy didn’t know? Those rules didn’t apply to me. To us. Nico was clued in to the fact that I wanted this thing with Daisy to last well beyond three months. I knew Carmen was skeptical it would work out, but Nico seemed a bit more in my corner. Of course, that could be because he wanted me to keep being a member of his clubs over the years.

I had to admit, knowing that Daisy enjoyed fucking for an audience made me want to take her to Cayenne at least a few times. As much as I didn’t usually like being the center of attention, I didn’t really mind as long as I got to sink my cock in her pussy. And the thought of people watching me fuck the most beautiful girl in the room? Yeah, it got me hard. I wouldn’t mind the audience one bit.

Nico winked at Daisy, and she looked a little guilty. “Hey, Daisy. How are things? Let me tell you, the guys sure do miss you at Sugar. Especially after that last performance,” he said moving closer to her.

I jerked her away from him and cocked my eyebrow at him. He tried to hide his laughter. “Y’all have a good day,” he said, linking arms with the hot blonde beside him and walking towards the penthouse elevators.

“Do you think I’m going to get in trouble?” Daisy asked as we walked outside. It was a gorgeous, mid-October day. The sky was a brilliant blue, the leaves were just starting to change colors, and a slightly cool breeze was coming in off the oceandown below us.

“Nope.” I looked down at her. “I’m not trying to brag, but Nico wants to keep me happy. He really likes that I’m a member of his clubs.”

She nodded. “He made that pretty clear before you joined. But why would us being together on a random weekday make you happy?”

“I like being with you,” I said, simply. I started getting nervous as we walked towards the parking garage. I really didn’t like driving unless I had to. “Um… do you mind if we just walk? I just want to go a couple of streets over to an electronics store.”

“Sure. That’s fine. Or I can drive, if you want me to.”

I glanced at her. Was she serious? “Yeah?”

“I don’t mind at all, unless it makes you nervous.”