Page 7 of The Bachelor Auction

“I happen to know our host and will explain the situation to her,” Tyler continues. “I’m sure she’ll agree to get you out of this. Don’t worry about it.”

“Thank you,” I mutter, avoiding his gaze. “That’s kind of you. I really mean it.”

I bite my lip, unsure what else to say to this sexy, rich guy who also happens to be more understanding than I would have expected from someone like him.

For some reason, his kindness makes me emotional. Or maybe it’s the humiliation of being crazy attracted to him that’s driving me close to tears.

But I can’t cry in front of him.

“Thanks again.” Jumping to my feet, I grab my clutch and march past him, avoiding any eye contact.

Somewhere behind me, I think I hear Brenda calling my name, but I only stop once I’ve reached my car. Locked inside, I bury my head in my hands and allow myself to sulk because Tyler Becks is out of my league and I’m not stupid enough to think—or hope—otherwise.

I know I’ll never see him again, but I also know that won’t stop me from obsessing over his eyes, his voice, everything about him.

After a few minutes, I text Brenda to order herself an Uber and drive home without her. As much as I love her, she’s the one who pushed us into this mess. She’s the one who’s just embarrassed the hell out of me. Now she’ll have to learn her lesson, even if that lesson only involves me not playing her driver for tonight.

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