Free The Date Auction by Wren Mingua

Her lips puckered thoughtfully as she stared at him. “I'd offer you a change of clothes, but I don't think I'd have anything that would fit you.”
    “It's alright. A little rain won't kill me.”
    “Well, I should certainly hope not. I--” When she saw Jamie rip his shirt over his head, her voice trailed off. The sight of his tan, lean body and chiseled six-pack would have impaired any woman's cognitive ability. “I, um...”
    “You don't mind if I take off my pants, do you?”
    “Uh... no.” Why on earth would she mind!? “I can throw those in the dryer for you, if you'd like.” Eva's throat was tight as she watched him unzip his fly and wriggle out of his pants. Even if she had seen him half-naked on billboards, having him half-naked in her living room was a different experience altogether. She wasn't prepared for it.
    “Sure.”
    Eva's eyes were bulging as she studied him. His gray boxer briefs were slightly damp and clinging to his body. “Here.” When she held out her hand, Jamie tossed his clothes at her. “I'll have them returned to you in a moment.”
    “Thanks, Eva.”
    “It's not a problem.” As Eva hurried off to do his laundry, she resisted the temptation to stare at him on her way out. She didn't think men had bodies like that in real life. Was he even real?!
    After tossing Jamie's wet clothes in her dryer, Eva went to her bedroom and changed into dry, comfortable clothes. When she returned to Jamie, he was reclining on her couch, his slick abs glistening in the light.
    “Can I get you anything? Something to drink, perhaps?”
    Jamie smiled and shook his head. “No, I'm alright.”
    “Well, you can help yourself to anything in the fridge. I just looked outside, and it's still raining. Do you, um...” When she caught her eyes wandering to the lower half of his body, she had to force herself to look up again. “Do you want to watch a movie or something?”
    “Sure. Why not?”
    “Okay... good.” Of course, that meant she would have to sit beside him, and how was she supposed to concentrate on a movie when she was sitting next to a god? Eva slid a George Clooney movie into her dvd player before joining Jamie on the couch. She'd had a crush on George Clooney for as long as she could remember, but now that she had been in the presence of an underwear-clad Jamie Thierry, she was destined to find George lacking from that moment onward.
    “You're blushing,” Jamie pointed out.
    “No I'm not. Please.” Eva gave him a playful slap on the arm. “I'm not capable of blushing, I'm just... flustered. Because of the rain.”
    “Are you sure it's the rain that got you flustered?”
    “I'm sure ,” she insisted. “Now... be quiet.”
    The George Clooney drama had begun, and she was right: Jamie was a distraction. His bare, perfect chest was the only thing she could think about. She tried to close her right eye so she wouldn't have to see Jamie sitting next to her. Who ever thought peripheral vision was a good idea?
    Staring at George's face, she was reminded of Greta's words: Don't worry about dating someone who's younger than you. Men do it all the time. It was true, wasn't it? Why should she feel ashamed of Jamie Thierry when every George Clooney girlfriend in the last decade was twenty years younger than him? In fact, George seemed to deposit his girlfriends as soon as they reached the ripe old age of thirty-five.
    Maybe this will be the last time Jamie comes around? Eva's thoughts were whispering in her head, drowning out the movie's dialogue. Maybe you won't have to worry about him after today?
    But wouldn't she be sad if he didn't come around again? To be denied the pleasure of his handsome face was a devastating thought.
    When the credits were rolling, Jamie confessed, “I almost fell asleep.”
    “Oh.”
    “Not because the movie was bad, but because I was getting tired.” As he spoke, his lips were stretched by a yawn. “I didn't sleep well last night.”
    “Aww. Why not?”
    “I