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“Yes, sir.”
“Excellent. Have him escorted up to my pool.”
Auction Me - Chapter 28 – Classic Size Contest
The events of Sunday – September 22, 2013
As told by the banana king
Maeve’s fiancé got to the pool before she did.
I walked over and shook his hand. “Magnus King. Pleasure to meet you.”
“Anthony Mendoza.” He squeezed my hand super hard.
I cocked an eyebrow. “Impressive handshake.” It wasn’t. But the more confident he felt, the more likely he’d be to agree to a size contest.
“I lift a lot,” he said with a shrug. “Training for my first boxing match. Anyway, where’s Maeve?” He looked around the terrace.
“She’ll be out in a minute. She just had to change. So what do you think of this view?”
“It’s incredible.”
“Maeve told me that you’re thinking about having your wedding here at the Locatelli Resort and Spa. How would you like to have it up here?”
Anthony looked surprised. “Is that even an option? I don’t think I saw that on the website.”
“I own this place, so if I say it’s an option, then it’s an option.”
“For real?”
“Yeah. My pleasure. Maeve has been doing a great job. And I like to take care of my employees.”
“Rock on.” He gave me a fist bump.
And then Maeve walked out.
Anthony’s jaw dropped.
Which was reasonable. She’d looked damn good before. But now she was a fucking miracle. At first my eyes were drawn to the leash dangling between her tits. But then her sarong shifted and the sun caught some of the diamonds on the garter around her thigh.Fuck me. I’d forgotten the garter. But now it was all I could focus on. I couldn’t wait to tear it off of her with my teeth.
“Babe!” said Maeve and ran over to Anthony. She gave him a big hug. “How’d you get up here?”
“I invited him up,” I said. “The front desk said he was circling the block. And it was my fault that you were running late, so I figured he could wait up here.”
“Aw, that was so nice of you.”
I shrugged. “No problem.”
“What are you wearing?” asked Anthony. There was a hint of anger in his voice.
“Oh. Right.” She blushed. “I was just trying on some outfits for Mr. King. He has a fashion show tonight and one of his models was running late. He wanted to see what looked good with red hair.” She raised her gloved hands and pushed her hair off her breasts.
“Whoa, babe!” Anthony put his hands in front of her cleavage. “Cover that up.”
“The white looks amazing with her hair, right?” I asked, staring right at her tits. “And do a little spin for him to show off the back.”
She did a spin.
