Page 88 of Auctioned to the Devil

At least for me.

He holds out his hand. “Come here.”

I laugh nervously. “You know asking nicely works too.”

“Emily.”

“Bossy even during public humiliation.”

“Get over here.”

I walk onto the stage. The second I reach him, his hand settles at my waist. Exactly where it always does.

“You’re shaking,” he murmurs.

“Because everyone is staring at us.”

“They’ve been staring at us since you got here.”

“Whose fault is that?”

“Yours.”

“Mine?”

“You backed into me.”

I laugh. “You grunted at me.”

“Wanted you then too.”

My mouth falls open. “You did not.”

“Yeah.”

“You looked at me like you wanted me removed from the mountain.”

“Was trying not to look at your ass.”

Someone in the front row whistles. My face catches fire.

“You have a microphone.”

Caleb looks down at it. “Forgot.”

The room explodes. I bury my face against his chest. “You’re horrible.”

“Wait.”

“For what?”

Then he drops to one knee.

Everything inside me stops. “Oh my God.”

Sally starts crying loudly enough for everyone to hear.

Caleb reaches into his pocket. “Emily.”