Part of me was horrified, but my body was all in, desperate for release. I bit my lip and managed to keep from groaning as I came.
Woody followed a moment later, grinding against me and crying out his release as he spilled himself into me.
"Fuck yeah," he moaned. "She knows who owns her, all right."
I kept my eyes closed as the senator chuckled and the sound of his own orgasm filled the room. Coming, I assumed, in his hand. Better there than on or in me.
"That's a good start," the senator said finally. "It's getting late and I have a flight in the morning. I trust you can keep her entertained while I'm away for a day or two. My men will stay here and keep an eye on you both."
I opened my eyes a crack as he started toward the door.
"Oh, and don't worry, there are no clothes here for her. She can stay as she is." He gave me a slick smile, his gaze lingering on my bare body, before stepping out the door.
Woody muttered something that sounded like "motherfucker" before he slumped down beside me.
I hummed my agreement and exchanged glances with him. How the hell were we going to get out of here?
CHAPTER 14
LEIF
"For the record…" I started.
"I know you don't like it," Forrest said, cutting me off. "Woody can handle it."
"He better be able to handle it." I looked back over my shoulder the way we came, barely containing my fury. I didn't do fury. Not usually. Walking away and leaving Sable there with Woody and the senator, not to mention his henchmen? You better believe that didn't sit well with me.
"We need to do this," Forrest said firmly. "We don't have a choice."
I wanted to argue. There was always a choice.
In this case, the only other alternative sucked. We needed to do this. And we needed to do it quickly. Also, don't argue with a judge. There's nothing they haven't heard before. Nothing that they haven't thought of and can't counter. If I didn't like Forrest, he'd piss me off.
We stepped through the doorway into the second location, the place where the auction would take place. A downtown bar that would have passed as a speakeasy a hundred years ago. Now it was an upscale establishment for people like us. Security onthe door barely gave us a second glance. They knew both of us on sight.
Oh good, I was famous. Or should I say infamous? The skin under my suit felt dirty just stepping into the establishment. It might have been the other people already there, the so-called elite. If being a piece of shit came with a medal, they'd be weighted down with them. Of course, who else would take part in an event like this? Normal people were living their lives, while these people were pressing the buttons, holding the strings.
I forced a smile onto my face and relaxed my shoulders. I was supposed to be one of these men, another controlling asshole in a room full of controlling assholes.
"And now for the second lot." A voice came from a room in the back of the bar. An opulent function room with velvet curtains, slick steel furniture, and exclusive photography on the wall. Nothing salacious, just views of the city, but all taken by someone who knew what they were doing. No photos from someone's phone. No quick Polaroid snapshots.
I'd have to get the name of the photographer. I could put a few of these up in the homes I was decorating. I bet they cost a pretty penny.
Also costing a pretty penny was the woman who stood on stage, fear in her eyes, while the men stood around, admiring her and making comments about how long her legs were.
Very long. I only took a glance, I promise.
Men on either side of the room took turns bidding on her, one a renowned surgeon, the other a real estate developer.
Sick fucks.
Finally, the real estate developer shook his head and stepped back, brandy in his hand.
"Let me guess, he pushed the price up enough," I muttered.
Forrest hummed his agreement.
"We'll deal with them later."