Page 96 of Single Girl Rules: Auctioned

Shit.“Well air it another night. I promise I’ll makeit up to you.”

“How?”

“I have a reservation tomorrow night at that new Puerto Ricanplace everyone is raving about. You could be my plus one.”

“I’ve been there three times already. You’ve gotta do betterthan that.”

“Hold please.” I whipped my dick out, held it next to aremote control for scale, and snapped a pic for her. Then I hit send.

Adriana sighed. “Damn it. How do you expect a girl to say noto that?”

“So we have a deal?”

“Yeah. I’ll air your fashion show. But you have to take me tothe Puerto Rican place too. Their mofongo is to die for.”

“You would love mofongo.”

“What’s that supposed to mean? Are you calling me fat?”

“No. But mofongo is made of plantains. And I happen to knowfor a fact that you love shoving plantains down your throat.” She’d hired me tothrow a red-carpet-themed bachelorette party for her bestie a few months ago. Longstory short, she ended up with my cock down her throat on the red carpet while herfriends pretended to be paparazzi and snapped a ton of photos.

She laughed. “You’re an idiot. Have your IT guys send us thelive feed.”

“Will do. Thanks, Adriana. I owe you one.”

“No, you owe me like…four. Which is why you’re gonna bringfour friends to dinner.”

“The reservation is for two.”

“That’s fine. I’m not interested in eating with them. I’minterested in fucking them.” She hung up.

Oh damn.That would be quite the fun evening. If I wasstill alive to enjoy it.

This better go flawlessly.

Chapter 22 – The Auction

The events of Sunday, Sept 22, 2013, as told by the banana king

“We’re on in three, two…” The director mouthed, “one,” andthen pointed to me.

I adjusted my white bowtie, pulled my black and white monkeymask over my head, and strode onto the stage.

Usually the sun setting over the Miami ocean would have beenvisible through the three story window behind the stage. But not today. We werebroadcasting this to the world. And with what we were about to do, we couldn’trisk giving any hints about our location. So we’d found some stock footage of aCaribbean beach and projected that onto the windows instead.

“Gentleman,” I said. And then a group of masked women in blackcocktail dresses lounging in one of the cabanas caught my eye. “And ladies. Itis my honor to welcome you to a very special sneak peek of the brand newOdegaard summer collection. Please enjoy.”

I gave a bow and took a step back as the first model walkedpast me, her diamond studded gloves sparkling under the bright lights. She musthave been able to see out of the bag Justin had made to cover her head, becauseshe turned at just the right moment to hit the runway. Her heels splashed inthe thin layer of water covering the glass runway as sharks circled under her.

So far, so good.

“Any buzz yet?” I asked into my earpiece. I’d instructed thecontrol room to monitor #Odegaard on Twitter.

“Just one mention so far,” replied the director. “And thatwas from the officialEntertainment Miamiaccount.”

That was okay. The fun had hardly begun.

“Make sure you show shots of the buyers,” I replied.

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