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“She’sgreat. I took her sailing in the Caribbean for a couple of weeks after high school graduation, followed by a couple of weekends shopping for a safe condo she’ll live in for her first year at Yale,” I answer. “NowDaddyneeds to get his dick wet.”

I need a woman in my bed, and I’ll spend anything tonight for the right woman.

“Are you bidding tonight, Ashton?” Ford sits down with his long legs crossed over his knee when the new bottle of Grey Goose is brought to the table in an ice bucket.

“I sure as hell am.” Ash’s confident and quick answer jerks Ford’s eyebrows up. “Why? Are you?”

“No. Not this month.” Ford throws back an entire crystal tumbler’s worth of vodka. “There’s a woman going up for bid tonight, though. A woman I recommended to Linc.”

“A felon, you’re representing?” I throw in.

That gets a smile behind his glass. “Close. Her boyfriend. Or rather, her ex-boyfriend. He’s blackmailing her into hiring me.”

“Blackmailing?” A visceral kicking in my chest hits me for a woman I’ve not even laid eyes on.

“She was living with him. He stole a laptop she was using and other things that he’s holding ransom.”

“What the hell is wrong with guys these days?” I tip back my glass, worrying about Jess. “Wait, are you representing her or the boyfriend?”

“Theex. He’ll only give her property back if I get him off.” Ford clears his throat and side-eyes me. “His case dismissed.”

A light catches my eye, and I see women being escorted into the room. “Which one is she?”

Ford growls, “Red hair, red dress, and if you fucking say anything about her weight, I’m going to break this bottle over your head.”

Ash casually looks but does a fucking double take. “Jesus...”

“Do you know her, Ash?” I ask.

“No. I just... Wow. She’s gorgeous.” He sucks in a breath.

I turn to check out the woman in question, and whatever struck Ash, has me in a chokehold.

“What weight?” I snap. “She’s got curves. And yes, she’s fucking gorgeous.”

The woman in red stands against the dark panel wall on the other side of the room. Her strong facial features, angled jaw, and high cheekbones make my heart pound.

Her hair is shiny and thick, set in a wavy side part.

With her lips of cherry red, the face of an angel, and all that hair, I’m sold. I could care less if she’s got curves. Her boobs are full, and her wide hips will look amazing in my hands when I drive into her sweet heat.

She’s a goddess.

Mine.

“What a smile. I’ll bid on her,” I say to Ford. “How much is your fee?”

“No. Not you,” he hisses. “And it’s three hundred grand.”

I choke on my vodka. “Threehundredgrand?”

“If it goes to trial.” He looks down into his glass. “Which I’m hoping it does.”

“You can’t plea it?” I ask him.

“Don’t want to.” He takes a sip of a refill, and his eyes widen, watching Ash stare at my woman.

Confident as fuck, he faces Ford.

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