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2. Henry

Chapter 2

Henry

A flash of red hair from behind the slightly parted curtain catches my eye. It's a rich auburn color—a color I haven't seen in over four years.

"Anna Marie Heatherington." The announcer calls from the center stage just as the curtain opens wider, revealing a gorgeous redheaded woman with curves to die for.

There hasn't been a day that hasn't gone by that I haven't thought of Anna Marie. When I first met her, she was a shy girl.

Every time I visited Jolie, I asked about Anna Marie. I didn't want to seem too obvious. At first, it started out as a polite conversation about my daughter's roommate, but once Jolie started showing me pictures and telling me about her passion to become a labor and delivery nurse to honor her mother, who died giving birth to her, I was hooked. Being a neonatologist, I felt a connection with Anna Marie and her desire to help women in such a difficult yet happy time in their lives.

My obsession grew throughout the years. I searched my daughter's social media pages, wanting a glimpse of Anna Marie. Unfortunately, there weren't many pictures of her online. The limited amount I did find is now saved on my phone. My favorite is the one of Anna Marie on the beach looking uncomfortable in a tiny string bikini. It was taken last spring break when Jolie talked Anna Marie into going to Cabo. I'm not ashamed to admit I've jerked off to that photo more times than I want to admit.

I watch Anna Marie nervously tuck a piece of hair behind her ear. Her gaze is firmly on me, her eyes pleading with mine. That's when I realized the bidding had started, and there was already a bidding war for her. I raise my hand, not caring what the bid is. If I have to spend every penny I have to win her, I'll do it because she's worth any price.

Her body relaxes when I'm named the highest bidder and win a date with Anna Marie. Not that I expect her to go on a date with me. My job tonight was to bid on her so she wouldn't have to go on an actual date. Since Jolie seems to be preoccupied with the trio that won her, I'll ask Anna Marie to come back to my hotel room for a late dinner.

It's a dangerous game to play with how I feel about her—to be that close to a bed and not ravish her will be difficult.

I make my way to the steps at the side of the stage like I've watched the other winning bidders do. Watching Anna Marie's long legs, with those thick thighs, is making my cock harden so much it's pressing against the zipper of my pants. I quickly button my suit coat to cover my growing attraction to her. The last thing I want to do is embarrass her by showing everyone how a guy almost twice her age is lusting after her.

Her steps falter when she sees me waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs. She trips and falls into my arms. "It's been a long time, Anna Marie," I say against the shell of her ear, and I feel her body shiver in my arms.

"Sorry, Mr. Collins. I didn't mean to be so clumsy." She bites her lower lip and looks up at me with forest-green eyes. All I want to do is pick her up, throw her over my shoulder, race to my hotel room, and lock her away from the rest of the world. She is far too precious to share.

"It's alright. Anna Marie. Any guy would be lucky to have a beautiful woman like you fall into his arms. And please call me Henry." She blushes at my words, her round cheeks taking on a rosy glow.

She straightens herself and backs out of my arms, making them feel cold and empty, "You don't have to say those things to me, Mr. Collins—I mean Henry. Jolie already told me you're doing me a favor by bidding on me."

"It's hardly a favor to bid on the prettiest elf on the auction block."

Her face brightens, and she gives me a genuine smile, "You'd better not let Jolie hear you say that," she laughs, "or she'll never forgive either one of us."

The announcer introduces the next elf, and I realize we're still at the side of the stage where everyone can see us, "Would you like to have our date tonight? We can go back to my hotel room and have a late dinner." I say wanting to extend our time together.

"Um…" she pauses for what feels like an eternity. I'd love to know exactly what she's thinking about, but thankfully, she puts me out of my misery, "I'd love to have our date tonight. Let me run back stage and grab my bag and purse."

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