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CHAPTER7
Our footsteps are muted as we walk along the carpeted hallway on our way to my room. Eddie, my bodyguard, is in front of us, with Harrison following me. I don’t know why I’m so nervous. I know my bidder. He’s handsome. He’s perfect for my auction night. I can finally kiss the man from my teenage fantasies—I’ve been dreaming about it for seven years—but I’m still nervous.
As we stop in front of the door, I feel his heat and presence behind me. Eddie opens the door to my bedroom for us and turns to look at me, ignoring Harrison. “Panic button is on the wall on the right side of the bed. I’ll be here if you need me,” he says as he steps away from the door, making way for us to enter.
“Thank you, Eddie,” I say as I step past him into the room and flick on the light switch. I walk toward the sitting area and kick off my bloody painful high-heeled shoes, before I turn and see Harrison closing the door behind him.
“Why are you here?” Harrison asks, confusion lacing his voice. His back is to the door facing me; his brow’s furrowed and his mouth is set in a scowl. But the outline of his dick in his navy-blue suit pants can’t disguise that he wants me, wants to be here with me.
I try to hide my nervousness by moving toward the mini-fridge. Crouching by the door, I ask, “Does it matter?”
After taking out two bottles of water, I close the fridge and rise to my full height. Taking a deep breath, I continue, “You bought me, Harrison.”
I put the bottles down on the table and step closer to him, taking in the subtle scent of his cologne, soft and woodsy. He doesn’t smell like the boy I remember. He sure as fuck doesn’t look like the boy from my past. He was tall and lean that summer so long ago, and now he has muscles that fill out his suit. I just want to loosen his tie and drag him to the bed to find out what he looks like underneath all these layers.
“Jesus, Elle. What else was I supposed to do?” he asks, running a hand through his short hair. “The sister of my best friend from college is about to be auctioned off to the highest bidder—”
“If you didn’t want to buy me, Harrison, then you could have let me go to someone else. No one forced you to bid on me,” I say, pouting, trying to hide how much his words hurt. I want him to want me forme, not because of some wayward notion of playing hero to my ‘damsel in distress.’ Or worse, for my brother’s sake.
“Like fuck was I going to let you be taken by someone else,” he growls, at last taking a step into the room—toward me—leaving the door behind. I hold my breath as he nears me, and when I feel his finger trace my cheek, smell the whiskey on his breath, I sigh, loving the sensation of him near me. He was so aloof in the auction room that I had wondered if he still felt anything for me. I’d suspected that he may have had feelings for me that summer. He had tried to kiss me, after all … but maybe he hadn’t felt what I had?
Back then, I wanted to touch him, know what his body felt like against mine, the taste of his kisses. Now, I want all that,andI want to know what sounds he makes when he comes, but from his reaction, it looks like he doesn’t want me. He just said so—he only bought me for my brother’s sake.
My eyes flick up to him, scared of what I’ll see there.
His eyes are dark, intense, and … filled with desire. I’ve been with enough men to know what lust looks like.
Who cares if he regrets his decision? I’m here tonight, and this is my fantasy come true.
I can’t remember the number of nights I’ve spent lying awake, imagining me and Harrison together. The summer of my seventeenth birthday was both the best and the worst. Harrison, and most of Alex’s friends, had spent most of their time at our house since we had a pool, and I spent all my time ogling Harrison … but he had no idea I existed.
Seeing his wet, tanned, toned body in his turquoise swimming trunks—and in nothing else—let’s just say that I spent many an afternoon making myself feel good, wishing that Harrison would see me, catch me, want me … join me.
Fuck this—my teenage dreams are going to come true. Harrison might have paid money to spend the night with me, but I’m cashing in and getting the best of this deal. I’m about to find out what it’s like to be with Harrison James.
Staring into his intense blue eyes, I say, “Harrison, I’m not seventeen anymore. We’re both consenting adults. Do you have any idea how big of a crush I had on you? How much I wanted you?”
I’m laying open my heart for him, and he closes his eyes, frowning at my words. “You don’t know what you’re saying, Elle,” he replies.
I stride away, heading back toward the small sitting area and stare out of the window at the illuminated gardens below, my heart splintering a little at the fact that it seems that he doesn’t want me the way I obviously still want him.
This—paying five hundred thousand dollars—was just a way to ‘save me,’ or some sort of chivalrous bullshit where men still believe that women don’t know their own bodies or their own needs.
Well, I’ll tell him. “Did you ever think about me … imagine me sinking to my knees before you and sucking your dick? Or bending me over the pool table and sliding my bikini bottoms to the side and finding me wet and ready for you? Or, wait, my favorite fantasy, wrapping myself around you in the swimming pool and feeling your hard cock bump against my clit while I rock myself against it, kissing you until you made me see stars?” I say fiercely, trying to make Harrison see me as a woman and not a teen. Acknowledge that I had many, many feelings for him, none of them innocent.
“That’s what I was thinking about every damn day that summer, so don’t give me some lame-ass line about not knowing what I want, or what my body wants. That you ‘saved’ me tonight. Ichoseto attend this auction, Mister James,” I sneer at him.
I don’t hear him approach, don’t know he’s near until I feel a light touch on my arm, his hot breath on my neck, the heat radiating from his body so close to mine.
“I would have paid a million dollars to be with you that summer, Elle. Even knowing how absolutely fucked up it was. I wanted you so bad. Why do you think I never visited again? The temptation of you was too great. I couldn’t trust myself,” Harrison says over my shoulder, never stopping his slow, soft caress of my arm with his fingertips. Heating my blood, causing my body to tremble.
“You could have gotten me for free, Harrison. I would have been yours in a heartbeat,” I whisper.
His soft touch is replaced by his hand encircling my bicep before he turns me to face him. His eyes are intense, and I can see the longing and regret reflecting in them. I imagine my eyes are the same, because I wish we could go back and be together.
My feelings for Harrison haven’t changed—I’m not in love with him or anything crazy like that—and tonight I’m going to discover what it feels like to be with my fantasy.
“Please, Harrison … it’s just one night. You won’t have to see me again. You’ll never have to even think of me. But give me this. I want to know what it’s like … being with you. Kissing you …” If he rejects me again, I don’t know what—
