Page 20 of Auctioned to the Devil

“No.”

“You just spent twenty thousand dollars on a dinner.”

“Charity.”

“That isn’t the point.”

“Good cause.”

“You can’t just buy me.”

His eyes drop to my mouth.

My breath catches.

“I didn’t.”

“You literally just did.”

His gaze returns to mine. “I bought dinner.”

“You don’t even like me.”

One corner of his mouth lifts. It’s barely a smile, but God help me, it changes his entire face.

“I didn’t say that.”

Heat rushes up my neck.

Behind me, someone makes a choking sound.

Probably Sally.

I lower my voice. “You’re enjoying this.”

“A little.”

“I’m not going anywhere with you.”

He steps closer.

Too close.

My body notices before my brain does.

His heat. His size. The clean scent of soap and cedar.

“Then don’t.”

I blink. “What?”

“You don’t owe me anything.”

Some of the fight drains out of me.

“Then why did you do it?”

His eyes shift past me.