Thank God I’m not standing because my knees are weak just from seeing her like this. She looks like a bride dressed in white, waiting for her groom to come and carry her away. Lucky for Georgia, I’m just that man.
“We’ll start the bidding at twenty million dollars,” the announcer says, and I rip my eyes away from the beauty in front of me to glare at him.
Twenty million? It should be two hundred million. How can he insult her with such a low number? There’s a hush through the crowd, but then someone speaks.
“Twenty million!” I hear behind me, and my heartbeat picks up. No way am I going to let her slip through my fingers.
“Thirty million!” I shout, and the room goes quiet for a moment.
I see Georgia smile and square her shoulders, as if she’s decided that this is all a game and she’s going to start playing.
“Thirty-two million!” I hear to my left, but I don’t turn to see who it is.
Georgia has started to walk around the stage, as if she’s in a pageant, working those lush hips and waving to the crowd.
What the fuck? How dare she smile at these men? Those are my smiles! I don’t care if they’re fake or not. I won’t have her throwing them around like they’re nothing.#p#分页标题#e#
“Forty million!” I shout, not caring that I’m nearly screaming my bid.
“Forty-five million!” someone to my right shouts, and I nearly come out of my skin.
I see Georgia walk over to the announcer and tap him on the shoulder. After an exchange of words, she takes the microphone from him and walks back to the center of the stage.
“Hey, y’all. I just wanted to introduce myself. I’m Peaches, and I’m very happy to be here. I know how to make the best biscuits you’ve ever had, and I promise I got the name Sweet Cream for a reason.”
She walks up past the spotlights, looks right down at me, and fucking winks.
It’s enough to send me into a fit of rage. Nobody is going to know what her biscuits taste like, and they damn sure won’t ever know why I called her that.
“Seventy-five million!” I shout, standing up and knocking over the chair I was sitting in.
“Once, twice, sold!” the announcer says quickly, smacking a hammer down.
I see the smile fall from her face, realizing that the Auction is over and no one else is going to get a chance to bid on her. I see the moment she realizes she’s mine and that she isn’t getting away from me. She may not be happy with how this happened, but I’ll be damned if she’s going to anyone else.
Walking up to the stage, I look up to where she’s standing and adjust my suit jacket.
“Get off the stage, Sweet Cream. You’re mine.”
Chapter Eleven
Don
I can still feel the tension rolling through my body as I wait in the contract room for Sam and Georgia. Minutes tick by as I pace back and forth, wearing the rug thin. I’m scared she might try to run again, and all I can do is wait. I put guards on all the doors outside, just in case. I keep trying to get my nerves to calm. I can’t remember that last time I was on the edge like this. I’m always calm and collected, but Georgia has me wrapped up in a tight knot. I feel like I could break at any moment, and God help anyone standing in the way of me getting to her if that happens.
When the door finally opens, my eyes draw up to land on Sam. She has papers in her hand and a smirk across her red lips. I still don’t know if I should be thanking her or not, but that really doesn’t matter at this point.
“Where is—” My words die off when I see petite little Georgia behind Sam. I’m on her before anyone can protest, pulling her to me and taking her lips in a possessive kiss. She tenses against me at first, then slowly starts to melt into me. She parts her lips slightly, and the taste of her on my tongue has passion and lust beating down on me in heavy waves. I take her lips more aggressively, and her moans fill my ears. The sweetest sound I’ve ever heard. I could have lost this. Lost her. Even if I had tracked her down, it could have taken weeks, maybe months. Time for someone else to try to take her from me. I don’t know how she made it as long as she did without a man putting a ring on her finger. Or a baby in her little body.
Sam clears her throat beside us, forcing us to reluctantly break the kiss and pull me from my thoughts of branding her as mine. I just want to get these final details down and Georgia back to our suite. I want out of here and to start erasing ever having been here. I want to forget that I let it get to this point. Georgia might have agreed to do the Auction, but if I’d done what I should’ve done, it never would have gotten to this point. She wouldn’t have made it out of my suite to begin with.