Chapter 7

CHAPTER 7

KIERRA

I sit in my seat beside the stage, talking a little to the girl next to me, and imagining I'm anywhere else as I'm bombarded with emotions I didn't expect to feel.

You're not pretty enough. Who in the hell is going to pay over ten thousand dollars for a night with you?

Our internal voices are our own worst critics and right now mine is working overtime. I'm surrounded by beautiful women. The one beside me who seems friendly enough, Amira, I think she said her name was, looks like she could be on the cover of a magazine. I think I'm attractive, but in a girl next door kind of way, not the model type.

The woman that seems to be in charge of this entire thing walks over to me with annoyance, "Come with me. You've been removed from the auction."

Removed from the auction? What did I do? Then it dawns on me. Someone realized I'm not pretty enough.

I glance quickly at Amira, who looks concerned for me, a complete stranger, and I follow the unfriendly woman. She takes me into an office and says, "Sit here. The boss wants to speak with you."

She glares at me with fire in her eyes. "Yeah, I don't get it either. A fucking inexperienced virgin. And that stupid fucking accent."

I have no idea what I did to offend her so much that even the way I talk pisses her off.

The lady turns to the door with a huff and walks out, slamming it on its hinges and leaving me even more confused than I was to begin with. What was she talking about? I glance around the large room, gray walls, a large dark wood desk, a matching chair, a glass of an amber liquid that got left behind. There's a black filing cabinet on the other side and large darkened windows behind whoever's desk this is. I shiver slightly in the chair that matches the other one. It's not cold in here even though I'm close to naked, but I'm scared. I don't know why I was removed from the auction and what happens next. The longer I sit here, the faster my anxiety rises. Taking a deep breath doesn't help.

I should just leave. If I'm not here for the paycheck, there's no reason for me to stay. Yet, I want to talk to this boss too and find out why I was removed. Is it as I suspect and the way I look? Or did I offend someone? Maybe it's because that woman seems to hate me?. The only thing I know for sure is I'm absolutely screwed. This was the only way for me to make the fast cash I need to get away.

This is pathetic. I'm not sticking around for someone to tell me I'm too ugly to sleep with an old guy for money.

I rise from my chair and open the door, ignoring everybody in the club, and go to the locker room to grab my clothing. Grabbing my dress, I came in; I slip it over my head and grab my purse. Turning around, prepared to storm out, and I crash into a large muscular wall.

Glancing up, I am struck by the same ice-blue eyes I looked into at the casino. Sin, he said, his name was and I attempt to ask him to move, but my tongue is tied. His dark hair perfectly groomed, a muscular frame, full lips and a light dusting of facial hair are all attractive, but it's the way he stares at me that stops me in my tracks.

"Going somewhere, beautiful?"

I swallow past the lump in my throat. "Yes, I'm leaving."

He smirks, "You are. With me."

Shaking my head, I inform him, "No. I was removed from the auction. I'm going home."

"Why did you enter the auction?" He asks with a narrowed gaze, like it pisses him off that a complete stranger would come to his club and take part in such a disgusting event.

I roll my eyes, "Obviously, for the money."

Sliding his hand up my arm to my face, his hand is warm on my skin. "Name your price, Kierra."

"What?"

Sin runs his tongue along his bottom lip and I have no idea why that's so hot. Why I want so badly to taste his now wet lips.

"Name your price, baby girl. One night. You will not leave before tomorrow at noon."

All the air is stolen from my lungs. It's hard to breathe and my heart is pounding. He's going to say he was joking. He must be. A man like this doesn't have to pay for a woman to have sex with him. I'm sure of it.

"Are you kidding?"

"No," he speaks in a low gravely tone, "Name your price."

I have no clue what the price should be if you choose to do something like this. The bids start at ten thousand dollars, but I don't know what the average going rate is.

Being the smart ass I am, I flash him a sweet smile, "One hundred thousand dollars."

His eyes show surprise before he quickly reverts to his sexy as hell stoic gaze. "Sold. I'll get you a check before we leave."

"No," I blurt out, visibly panicking.

"It has to be cash."

I'm certainly not going to tell him, but I cannot go to a bank and deposit a check. It's too dangerous.

"Very well. One hundred thousand dollars in cash."

He takes my hand. "Let's go. We are leaving."

I yank my hand from his grip. "Wait."

My head is spinning. Everything is moving too fast and I can barely breathe. In theory, this seems easy enough. Spread my legs and take the huge pay day. In theory. But in reality, I don't know if I can do this. My heart races as my hands tremble uncontrollably.

"This is crazy," I whisper more to myself than to him.

He pulls me into his arms, tight against his hard chest, and places his hand under my chin, lifting my gaze to his. "I want you desperately, Kierra. The moment I fucking saw you, I wanted to be buried deep inside you. I won't force you. If you don't want this, leave now."

I place my hand on his chest and am embarrassed when a whimper slips out of me but causes a completely different reaction from him.

Sliding his hands into my hair, he leans down and presses his lips to mine in a slow, tantalizing kiss. He pushes his tongue into my mouth and groans when I dig my nails into his chest. Chase from school did not kiss me like this. The butterflies swirl in my stomach. I feel lightheaded as he continues his assault on my mouth. A very wanted assault.

Pressing kisses to my neck as he moves up to my ear, he speaks low in a gruff tone, "I know you're scared, but I'll make you feel so fucking good. Please say yes."

Why does it feel like if I give this away, there will be nothing left? It makes no sense to me why I'm freaking out like this because I need the money. This is my way out and I can't make myself take it.

He pulls back and stares at me, waiting for my answer.

I shake my head. "I'm sorry. I thought I could, but I can't."

He nods his understanding as he reaches into his pocket, pulls out a card, and hands it to me. "If you need anything, call me. I mean it, anything."

"Goodbye Sin."

He steps back, allowing me to pass. "Goodbye beautiful."