What was meant to be a fun evening to benefit charity, suddenly became so much more"
They were both volunteered into attending the Boy Toy Auction.
One as a contestant.
One as an attendee.
Emerson lost an internal battle the moment Nicholas stepped onto the stage.
As soon as he started moving his hips to the rhythm of the music, she was captivated. Suddenly, the timid girl became a warrior as she fought to have the highest bid.
There was no way she was leaving without him at her side.
From the moment Nic saw her, Emerson became his focal point.
The beautiful woman in the silver dress.
The one that held his stare.
He needed her to win.
He needed her.
He"d make sure this was the best money she"d ever spend.
Or the worst"depends on how you look at it.
Because sometimes, it doesn"t matter what you want, life has a way of throwing you a curve ball that you aren"t prepared for"Books by Author:C.A. Harms Books
"So let me get this straight." I lower my beer to the tabletop and stare at my best friend Spencer with a knowing smirk. "The woman you"re dating wants you to participate in this boy toy auction thing." He nods. "At which time, a room full of horny women are bidding on spending one night with you. A night alone, might I add, where just about anything can take place."
"Yep," he says, and I see the gleam in his eyes. Spencer is not a dumb man and I know he understands just how wrong this can go if not played out right.
"That doesn"t seem right." Terry, another of our friends, interjects. "I think it"s all some kind of setup."
"Yeah," Frank agrees, "some test she"s performing on you to see just how loyal you truly are."
We are all gathered at our regular Friday night hang out. Beer and wings at Malone"s was something we"d done for years. It was our time to unwind after a week of work.
"It"s not a setup," Spencer insists, "because she"ll be the one that wins me."
"Like you"re some prize," Terry mumbles around his beer now pressed firmly to his mouth and the rest of us laugh. Except for Spencer who appears wounded, with his eyebrows scrunched and his lips pressed in a tight line as he looks around the table to each of us. None of us come to his rescue to ease his now battered ego.
"How do you figure she"ll win"" I finally ask the question I know we"re all wondering.
"Did I mention my girl has some cash"" He states proudly. "Oh, and she runs the thing, so she"s got it all worked out already."
"This is gonna backfire," I assure him and he narrows his eyes.
"No, it’s not."
The other guys look around the table at one another before returning their attention to him. Almost in unison, we say, "Yes, it is." Instantly I"m trying to come up with a way to strap a camera to him without him knowing so I don"t miss a minute of his girl kicking his ass when the plan falls apart. Spencer is a disaster, like a ticking time bomb. If there is trouble, he will find it. He always has been that type of guy.
Spencer grins wide with overconfidence even though he understands just how badly this could all blow up in his face. Shit like this never works out just how you think it"s going to.
"It"ll be fine," he shrugs, still wearing that same smirk. "Besides you"ll all be there to save me."
The group falls silent as we all stare at Spencer. He seems utterly unaffected by the idea all eyes are on him. In fact, he looks a bit too cocky, which assures me that whatever he means by his last comment is something none of us are going to like much.
The problem with Spencer is even when he"s creating all kinds of havoc, the dick somehow manages to pull the rest of us into his messes.
"I sorta volunteered us all to take part." He shrugs as he lifts his beer and finishes off the last of its contents. He then motions toward the waitress, waving his hands, signaling for another round for the table.
Yeah, buy a round to soften up the blow, asshole. Good try. When Spence looks back at his three friends one by one, taking in our displeased stares, he chuckles. "Come on guys, it’s for charity. We can make it a competition thing." He leans forward. "Ya know, see who gets the highest bid."
"Well, that"s easy it"ll be me." We turn our attention to Terry, who grins wide. "Women love a man in uniform."
"A uniform" You wear shit brown and deliver packages every day," I announce, still lounging back in my chair watching this entire thing unfold. "I hardly call that a man in uniform." The guys chuckle, but Terry glares at me.
"Not all of us can be a badass like you, Nic," Terry says sarcastically.
We love to hassle Terry; his face gets red like a fucking tomato when his blood pressure shoots up. The man is a good guy though, and in great shape. He makes it too much fun getting him all wound up, the way he stutters and shifts around like his ass is on fire while trying to figure out a way to get out of the spotlight.
I look around the table to see Frank and Spencer both watching Terry closely. I knew they were thinking the same thing I was. We love this show.
So, of course, I push on. "Let me see"" I lean forward and place my elbows on the table just as our waitress steps up and begins to serve another round of beers. "A UPS delivery driver who gets his lunch trapped in his beard on a daily basis, or a Marine veteran now homicide detective with the Chicago PD." I shrug. "I"m pretty sure it wouldn"t take a second for all of us to agree that the detective wins on the sexy as fuck meter."