Free April (Calendar Girl #4) by Audrey Carlan Page B

“Every man here is going to want you.”
    “There’s only one man I want,” she responded with full confidence. If I wasn’t trying to shrink into the dark room and away from the duo, I would have high-fived her for that line. It was forward and pure sex; I’d give her props later.
    “Is that right? Anyone I know,” he traced her face with his nose. She physically trembled in his arms. I almost felt the movement in my own body. It was like watching a steamy foreign film live; only I knew what the characters were saying.
    She licked her lips and Mason’s eyes traced the movement. She so had him hook, line, and sinker. The man was a goner! “Maybe. I guess we’ll have to see how tonight goes,” she whispered so close to his mouth, he had to feel her breath against his own lips.
    “Well, save a dance for me, eh?”
    Rachel smiled a secret smile only for Mason. “I’ll have to check my dance card. Make sure it’s not already full.”
    “There’s room for me. I’ll make room.” He smirked and she leaned into him and then pushed away slowly. He allowed it, but I wasn’t sure if the room got hotter or if it was just the heat these two were pushing off one another.
    A bunch of the players arrived wearing much the same thing that Mason had on, suits, button ups, and pink galore. It was awesome. I couldn’t wait to find out how the auction would go. Thinking of auctions, I grabbed Rachel’s hand and led her over to the table where a wide variety of things were set out for silent bidding. Really expensive bottles of wine, memberships to clubs, trips, cruises, vacation rentals, you name it, it was on the silent auction table.
    “So you invited the who’s who right?”
    Rachel picked up a clipboard and nodded. “Yep, we have four hundred people confirmed RSVPs for tonight’s event, all that make seven figures a year.”
    “Damn, I didn’t think there were that many rich people in the world.”
    “Well, we’re dealing with celebrities, sports figures, team owners, sponsors and the like. We’ve got a lot of organizations coming just to get the face time so they’ll make a donation to look good and keep their in with the players and other investors involved. It’s a vicious circle when it comes to people, business, and their money. They like to show it off under the auspice of giving it back.”
    “I don’t care much how they do it or why, just as long as we leave here tonight donating a lot to the cause. Do you think we’ll make at least fifty to a hundred thousand?”
    At that comment, Rachel tipped her head back and laughed. Laughed so hard she had to put the tips of her fingers to her tear ducts to staunch the flow and not mess up her makeup. “Mia, if we don’t make a million tonight I’d be shocked.”
    One million dollars. In a night. I’m working every day as an escort to rich dudes to make a million to pay back my father’s debt to his loan shark and we might make that much in an evening. “Unbelievable,” I gasped.
    Her hand came up to my shoulder and squeezed. “Different type of lifestyle. Don’t worry, they can afford it.”
    “I guess so. At least it’s all going to a really good cause. Mason will be pleased if we make that much for the charity.”
    “Come on, let’s get this party started. People are starting to arrive.”
     
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    The next three hours flew by in a whirlwind of meeting people, hob-knobbing, drinking champagne, dancing to the DJ’s beats, and laughing with all the baseball wives. Everyone was having a blast and the last I checked, the auction table had hundreds of thousands of dollars’ worth of bids for the items being auctioned. Even if the player auction flopped, the charity would still get around half a million, which absolutely made me giddy with delight.
    I shimmied on the dance floor sipping my pink champagne. All the drinks were pink tonight and flowing freely. The crowd was having a blast and everyone was in a very giving mood.
    Rachel came up to