blushing, she turned back to the audience and asked quickly, “Any other bids? All right then. Going once, going twice...”
Before she could finish, a deep, gravelly voice interjected, “Fifty thousand and one.”
CHAPTER TEN
Zoe started and squinted at the new bidder. A slim, lanky man in a black jacket was leaning against the wall. When he smiled, Zoe glimpsed the tips of his canines and wondered if the man was a vampire.
The townspeople all shot the man curious glances. It seemed that they didn't recognize him. He was either new in town, or he was just passing through and had bought the ticket to the charity auction on a whim.
For some inexplicable reason, Zoe shuddered involuntarily at the sight of the stranger. Surely she hadn't seen the man before, yet she just thought he looked kind of familiar.
“What's your name, sir?” Zoe asked politely.
“Sinclair.”
“Mr Sinclair,” Zoe said. “Thank you for your bid. It is the highest bid so far, but I have to remind you that I am not obliged to accept the highest bid.”
“I understand,” Sinclair answered smoothly.
“For fifty thousand and one dollars, can I ask what you have in mind...”
“I would like to take you on a date, Miss Riley,” Sinclair said with a slight bow.
Some of the women in the audience sighed dreamily. They seemed impressed with his old-school gentlemanly manners.
Zoe acknowledged that Sinclair wasn't unattractive. He was tall and slim, and his shoulder-length black hair was neatly slicked back.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Nick stepping forward and she put up a hand quickly to stop him from raising his bid. Fifty thousand dollars was a lot of money.
And this Sinclair fellow had outbid Nick by a mere dollar. She studied Sinclair for a few more seconds and decided that she wouldn't enjoy going on a date with this guy at all.
Maybe some women found him smooth and charming, but she just thought that he looked sly and sleazy.
And she just couldn't shake the feeling that she had seen him before.
Zoe turned to Dali, her hospital director, who was standing at the side of the stage. Dali nodded at her and mouthed, You decide .
Glad for the support, Zoe smiled her thanks and faced the audience.
“My two highest bidders are Nick and Sinclair. Sinclair is bidding for a date with me. What are you bidding for, Nick?” she asked, her tone teasing but she realized that she was holding her breath as she waited for his answer.
Nick's buddies began to offer raunchy, unsolicited advice and suggestions.
Ignoring them, he held her gaze for a long while.
Finally, he said, “I want to kiss you. Right now.”
Zoe gasped and felt the heat bloom all over her body.
Some guys pounded Nick on the back, while others groaned and guffawed.
Nick wanted to kiss her. Did he really say that?
Oh yes he did. And he wanted her right now.
What should she do?
Temporarily, her mind went blank. She just stood in the middle of the stage and gawped at Nick.
Her brain had stopped working. Luckily, her libido was still very much alive and kicking.
Kiss! Kiss him already! What are you waiting for?
Zoe stared at Nick and blurted out, “So kiss me already! What are you waiting for?”
As the entire hall erupted into applause and laughter, Zoe recovered enough of her wits to squawk, “Sold—for fifty thousand dollars! To Nick Sullivan! Now...come up here and kiss me!”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
With the deafening cheers, shouts and applause, Nick could hardly hear his bear roaring his victory as he walked up to the stage. Zoe was staring at him, her chest rising and falling as her breaths came hard and fast. He could hear the rapid, frantic beats of her heart and hear her soft whimper as he approached her.
But most of all, he could scent her growing, gnawing desire.
This female didn't just want him to kiss her. She wanted more. She wanted everything he could give her, and more.
Nick stood in front of Zoe and took a moment to breathe in her