Page 19 of Highest Bidder

And they were about to get them.

I faltered with my second glass of Macallan halfway to my mouth when I saw her.

She was as fucking beautiful as the night I’d first seen her. But instead of looking like an angel in white, she was now the devil in red.

I loosened my cuffs and rolled up my sleeves.

Time to collect.

Her eyes skated around the room as she walked toward me, like she was searching for exits. Or allies.

Sorry, sweetheart. There’s no one coming to save you.

When she reached my table, I didn’t say a word, just pointed to the surface of it and ordered, “Up.”

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Vivian

My feet stopped when I reached his table. He didn’t greet me. Didn’t ask how I was or offer me a drink.

He just pointed at the table like I was a dog and gave me the command of, “Up.”

I hated myself for how quickly I scrambled to obey.

I perched my bottom on the tabletop, careful to keep my knees together as he spun me until I was situated directly in front of him. I could feel the room’s collective breath being held as they watched and waited to see what happened next.

Jeff didn’t look at me after that. Just leaned back and surveyed the room while he sipped his scotch and pretended I wasn’t even there.

Finally, his eyes dragged up my body, unhurried and callous.

“Spread your legs.”

My breath caught.

He draped one arm over the backrest like he had all the time in the world. “Don’t make me tell you again.”

My body tensed. Every cell screamedno. But between my thighs, I was soaked—humiliated and dripping wet. And I knew he was about to find out.

I lifted my bum to hike my dress higher around my thighs, then parted my legs.

He grinned in satisfaction.

“Such a good whore,” he murmured as he traced a finger down my seam. “Already putting on a show for your new owner. Look how wet your cunt is for me.”

Men’s laughter, low, and appreciative, rippled from the nearby tables.

“Look how fucking soaked she is,” someone said.

“That’s a damn good whore right there.”

“I’ll bet she’ll be worth every dollar,” while still another crudely asked, “Is she tight, Doc?”

Jeff’s smile was cruel when he shoved two fingers inside me and chucked darkly, “Oh yeah. But not for long,” before adding a third, then a fourth.

The peanut gallery cackled in delight. “Yeah. Break that bitch.”

“Use that cunt up. You paid for it.”

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