Most of the men come and stand in front of me and I instantly feel myself frown. What the hell are they doing? And then, one by one, they introduce themselves. The first two are older, distinguished, and handsome. The next man has longish dark hair and doesn’t take my fancy at all.
The next man is blonde and gorgeous. He picks up my hand and kisses the back of it.
“My name is Blake Stevens.” His lips linger on the back of my hand, and I feel myself flutter. Oh my… I know who you are.
“Nice to meet you, Blake,” I whisper.
The next two men are obviously the gridiron players and are huge and muscular. Holy crap… they could do some damage. Those are some lucky girls who get them tonight.
The next group of men are all gorgeous and well mannered… but where is he? Why isn’t he here?
I start to hear my heartbeat in my ears as I begin to panic.
The next man is a face I know. It’s the man who has followed me around out in the lounge a few times.
Oh no. He picks up my hand and kisses it. “Miss Vivienne, I’m looking forward to our night together.”
“I don’t think so,” a voice snaps, and I turn to see Cameron standing behind me.
I smile with relief. I don’t think I’ve ever been so happy to see someone in my life.
“Hello,” he whispers as our eyes hold each other’s.
I smile softly. “Hello,” I breathe.
He came.
Oh, he’s so beautiful, he’s wearing a dark grey suit, a light blue shirt, and a tie. He looks orgasmic. Standing taller than the other men, I instantly feel myself drawn to him.
“Who will it be, Vivienne?” Eliza smiles.
What… now? I have to choose now? “Oh—” I’m cut off by the man I sort of know from outside in the club.
“I would like to offer a twenty-five thousand dollar tip to Vivienne if she picks me,” he announces.
My face falls. What? Twenty-five thousand dollars?
The girls around me gasp and my eyes flicker to Eliza. She smirks knowingly.
“Fifty thousand,” one of the other men snaps.
My eyes widen as the girls begin to gasp. Is this uncommon? What the hell is going on here? Fifty thousand dollars to spend a night with me? Is this a joke?
“One-hundred thousand,” Blake Steven’s adds.
“One twenty,” the first bidder bites back.
I swallow the lump in my throat as the room begins to spin. That is so much money.
The room falls silent as they all wait for my reply.
“Who will it be, Vivienne?” Eliza asks. “The gentleman are all more than willing to pay a hefty tip to you for your company.”
I look around the room and my eyes find Cameron’s. “What’s your offer, sir?” I ask softly.
“No tip.” A trace of amusement crosses his face. “And no sex.”
The men who have been bidding all burst into laughter. “No sex,” one calls. “Are you fucking mad?”
My heart starts to beat harder and harder.
He gets it.
This isn’t about the sex or the money.
I slowly walk closer and stand before him as the room falls silent again.
“Are you a betting man, sir?” I ask him.
He raises a brow. “I am.”
I pick up his tie and gently run it between my fingers. “I would like to bet you fifty dollars that I can get you to do whatever I want tonight.”
He smirks. “I think we both know that that’s a bet you have already won.”
I smile softly as emotion overcomes me. “I pick you,” I whisper
“I pick you, too.” He carefully lifts my hand and kisses the back of it. Our eyes are locked on each other and I can hardly breathe. Suddenly, we remember where we are and he takes my hand in his before he leads me out of the room, while the other men move their attention to the next girl. We stand and wait in silence for the elevator to arrive to take us to our room. The electricity running between us is like nothing I have ever experienced before. I look up at him and he smiles softly down on me.
“You look beautiful,” he whispers as his eyes drop to my lips.
“So do you,” I breathe.
The elevator doors open and he leads me in. I turn to face the door and he stands behind me. The door slowly shuts and he pushes my hair to one side as his lips drop to my neck. My eyes close instantly. The feel of his lips gently