chapter 4

A week later…

Callie

I tugged down on my dress, wishing I could make it longer than it was. I have never felt more uncomfortable in anything than being squeezed into a really tight dress with all my privates spilling out.

According to Gemma, it was actually supposed to be shorter than what I was currently putting on but I was afraid that if it was shorter than this and I move sideways, my asscheeks would be out for everybody to see.

Flipping my hair backwards since it kept getting into my mouth, for the seventh time today, I kept wondering what I was doing here.

After I had gone through the website that Gemma provided, I immediately fled as soon as I went through the fine print, noting naked women.

There is no way I would sell my body to raise money.

I had hoped that I could find a legit way to raise the capital before time ran out but unfortunately here I was, with less than five days to go he and she was yet to raise a dime.

Forced to try it out, I had Gemma help me spruce together a moderately slutty look for the auction.

However, my outfits were tame compared to what I spotted some ladies wearing.

Is that…a see through dress?

I tried not to stare, especially when it would be considered rude but it was hard not to, because it seemed like these women had it in mind to shock me.

Currently, they were waiting in line while the ‘judges’ of the show scrutinized the girls before they went on stage, deeming who was fit enough to go and I muttered a prayer under my breath as we shuffled forward, hoping that I wasn't discarded like I had seen one girl earlier.

“Callie Moss?” Someone bellowed, jolting me out of my reverie.

I started, walking forward as sexy as I could.

“H-hi!” I muttered softly.

A man with a stern face raised a hand to signal me keeping quiet, as they conversed amongst themselves.

“I think we should just put her in the discard pile.”

“Why?” The man who'd shut me up asked.

“I mean, look at her! She doesn't look like a dirty person and she doesn't have any sexual appeal that we're looking for and boy…. she looks like she's never even been touched before!” A snarky, blond bitch said, not making any of them to keep her voice down.

Stern guy disagreed. “I think that the whole innocence thing is actually going to work in our favor. Remember, the guests said they wanted something a little bit different other than you know…. strippers and hookers.”

The lady shrugged. “Whatever you say.”

Facing me, Stern guy directed the question to her. “Do you understand why you're here, Miss Moss?”

“Of course, we're here to make the guests happy!” I chirped, reciting what I had read on their page.

The third guy's eyes narrowed. “And you do know what that entails, don't you?”

I swallowed, feeling like I had walked into some sort of trick question. “Yeah! I have absolutely an idea what you're talking about…” I say in a high pitched tone.

“Um, okay. You did read the terms and conditions on your contract, right?”

No, I didn't.

“Yes, sir.” I lied.

“Great!” He scribbled something down on his book. “Move alone, down the hall and the first door on the left.”

Too excited at being chosen, I skipped ahead forgetting his directions until I got to the hallway.

There are so many doors and since I didn't know the room number, I just stood there in the hallway like a dork.

The door behind me opened, making me jolt and panic, running down the hall and dashing into the first door that I could find since I didn't want to be considered dull.

Unfortunately, I might have entered the wrong place because this room was filled with drinks, fancy chairs and fancy decors with distinguished guys milling about.

I had no idea that they were hosting a party in this dump, and my jaw dropped in shock.

Someone cleared their throat and I looked up to see a very displeased looking man with an apron draped over his chest. “What have you been doing since? I told you to go get more ice!” he snapped at me, pushing to empty trays in my hands. “Now go serve some guests and now be fast!”

His tone was harsh and sharp like a whip, making me feel slightly intimidated by what was happening.

I just decided to go with the flow, shuffling my feet in the direction of the bar, where most guys were drinking from either that or what look like an elegant punch stand.

I had enough experience with waitressing, so it wasn't too hard to get into the flow of things.

“Hey, I don't think I've ever seen you around.” A tall looking Adonis of a man sidled next to her, his scent filling the space between them.

He was at least 6 feet tall, dark expertly tousled waves on his head to give him that ‘just rolled out of bed’ look and a jawline that could cut glass.

For a second, I think my brain short-circuited and I forgot how to even speak.

“Uh…uh…um,” I stammered.

“Are you okay?” The guy leaned in, coming even closer. “You seemed a little bit spaced out there.”

Finally able to regain the use of my tongue, I smiled trying not to let his intoxicating scent muddle my brain. “Hi! Yeah, I'm fine, what are you doing here?”

He tilted his head to the side, an amused look on his face. “Is that a trick question?”

I chuckled nervously, not sure what to say but I needn't have bothered. “I don't-”

Mr tall, dark and mysterious closed the distance between them, caging her between his hard body and the unyielding counter. “I haven't been able to stop thinking about this…” he murmured, planting his lips on hers.

And then, fireworks exploded as their lips touched.