Venue? Check.
Guest list? Check.
Invitations? Check.
Flowers? Check.
Music? Check.
Women held against their will? Check.
The right people paid off? You better believe they'd check that one off.
"How much?" I asked.
"How much what?" Leif placed his knuckles against my cheek, slowly stroking my skin.
"How much would someone like me and Savannah be worth?" Was it vanity that made me ask, or morbid curiosity? Both, I supposed.
"Enough to make it worthwhile," he said. "A couple of million maybe."
"Really?" I let my gaze linger on his eyes. "How much would you pay for me?
"Right down to my last dollar," he said, without hesitation. "The downside to that being I couldn't buy you the things you deserve."
I smiled softly. "I can buy my own things."
"Excellent," Leif said. "I'll bid on you, win you, then be a kept man." He waggled his eyebrows.
I shoved my elbow into his side. "You don't want that."
"No, I don't want that," he agreed. "I want to be your equal. But if it came down to it, I'd still spend my last cent on you. I'd even borrow some from Forrest and Woody. Between us, we'd outbid everyone there."
"I don't know if that's sweet or completely fucked up," I admitted.
"I think it's hovering over the line between both." He chuckled.
"How much would you pay for me?" Woody called out.
His eyes smiling, Leif pretended to think about that for a moment. "You'd have to pay us," he said finally.
Woody picked up a pencil from the table in front of him and threw it roughly in Leif's direction. It landed a few feet short, rolling across the floor with a clatter.
"Asshole," Woody told him.
Leif rolled his eyes playfully. "As if he expected any other response from us."
I glanced in Woody's direction. "I might pay a few million for him. He's kind of cute." He was, in a homicidal maniac kind of way.
Woody grunted. "I'm extremely fucking cute. And I'm good with my hands. I'm worth more than the rest of you put together."
Forrest raised his eyebrow and smirked. "We're all worth a small fortune."
"Big fortune," Woody corrected. "Big like my cock."
"That's exactly why they wouldn't pay money for us," Leif said. "They'd be intimidated by the size of our cocks." He nodded as if that settled the matter.
"Of course they would," I said, putting my hand on his knee.