Page 25 of The Bachelor Auction

With a sigh, I stuff as much of my work as I can into my bag and ride up the elevator to Tyler’s office, which occupies an entire floor and is divided into three areas: his actual office, a conference room, and Scarlet’s workspace.

I’ve been up here a couple of times, but my visits were always restricted to the vast conference room with plenty of space between us. And even though being in his presence has always had me on edge, I could pretend that the tightness of his pants was just the result of my sex-starved, dirty mind. Or maybe he likes to buy his pants a few sizes too small.

Standing in front of the frosted glass door to his office, I’m suddenly frozen to the spot, hesitating.

Yep, I’ve definitely had too much caffeine and my mind’s going places again.

Most of the lights were switched off hours ago and the floor’s bathed in semi-darkness, which is strange for Vegas, where it’s never really night. Or dark. Or quiet. But that’s how Tyler likes it, and what the boss wants, the boss gets. Which is why I’m here on a Friday night, trying to please Tyler Becks, just like everybody else around him.

I know I shouldn’t keep him waiting. Yet, in a moment of pure defiance, I fling out my cell phone, log into my travelbuddy.com account and type up a quick message.

Subject:I’ve had it with this guy

Guesswhere I am on this particular Friday night?

Stuck at work with one of the meanest (and also hottest) guys I’ve ever met. I’m about to join him in his office. And before your dirty mind’s starting to go places, no, my boss is not about to bend me over his desk and show me that huge bulge I keep seeing isn’t just a figment of my overactive imagination.

I swear the guy’s married to his work because there’s no way he’s getting any at home during the five minutes he spends there.

He wouldn’t be so grumpy if someone showed him a good time every now and then. And before you ask, I’m not going to. He’s intimidating enough at work, always expecting more than is humanly possible. He’s impossible to please. I wouldn’t want to see his demands in the bedroom. It’s said the quiet ones are always the freaks.

— Bumblebee07

P.S.:I’m glad we get to start over.

Luckyand I haven’t talked since our little exchange at the restaurant mostly because my time has been limited. Sending off my message I smile and realize just how much I’ve missed it.

My most recent rant has just made me feel a little better, but only a little because I still have to face the dragon.

No, make that the sexy dragon in his very private den.

In the middle of the night.

I stuff my phone back into my bag and, taking a deep breath, knock on Tyler’s door.

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