Love By Auction Released!
Slave? Laughter bubbled to her throat. “What do you mean? Slave for what? Like a chauffeur or butler for the day?”
Erin shook her head. “A slave, Bec. Anything you want him to be. The rest of the night alone with this person to fulfill any fantasy you have.”
Rebecca gasped and shot off the seat. “Why didn’t you tell me this before?”
Erin smiled, a nervous glint in her eyes. “If I had told you, then you would have backed out, and Kelly would have won.”
Rebecca started to pace the small patch of carpet behind the chair to the door. Her life was over. Her mother was going to kill her and she’d never be able to show her face in public.
Oh, God. Her brother. She whirled around to face Erin. “You have to get Lucas out of here.”
Erin’s eyes widened. “I can’t. Then he’ll go and tell my parents.”
She glared. “Look, if I’m going down, you’re going down with me.”
“Bec, if your mother finds out I was involved, my mother is going to disown me, especially if she can’t go to any of Catherine’s garden parties.” Erin moved to the vanity table and threw the rest of the make-up back in the cosmetics Caboodle. “You’re right. We should just get out of here before Lucas and Mark sees us. At least, I know neither of them won the bid with Kelly.”
Rebecca froze. “You’re telling me that Mark bid on Kelly?”
Erin met her gaze in the mirror. “I heard one of them yell out a number from the back.”
Anger turned to rage. Her hand clenched a fistful of fishnet and lace as she stared at her reflection. Her blonde wig shined under the dressing room light, her done-up face emphasizing sultry eyes. Bright red lipstick covered her full lips. The swells of her breasts pushed to her chin, and fishnet garters peaked from under the frilly short layers of her skirt. The image in the mirror reminded her of Marilyn Monroe without the mole at her mouth. Though she looked more like a tramp in high-heels than an ice queen, her costume screamed seduction.
Power bloomed in her gut like a fierce energy uncapped.
A knock sounded at the door. “You’re up!”
Rebecca jerked her head toward Erin, whose gaze filled with dread. “Give me my tiara.”
“Yo—you’re going out there?”
With newfound confidence, she smiled at Erin.
“I’m taking Kelly down.”
And Mark Passmore is going to see what he gave up.
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