Every time she looked at him, her thoughts went down decidedly naughty avenues, which no doubt had a lot to do with her coming up with this auction plan in the first place. Still, if he sacked her, she would at least sleep better at night and not be plagued by erotic dreams of his large hands all over her body.
“An auction would be fun, especially if the staff joined in. I dare say we would garner a lot of attention if we put you on the auction block, Mr. Bryce.” Monique tittered in laughter like some darn schoolgirl with a crush, and Hannah rolled her eyes.
Really, could she be any more obvious in her attempts to get into his good graces and his pants?

Auctioned By Mr Ceo

The concern in the registrar’s voice finally registered as did the utter stillness surrounding them. He could hear the stream bubbling over the rocks, George clearing his throat, as he stared at him, eyebrows raised, the sound of Rhia sucking her thumb, as though she, too, felt the sudden tension, and he pulled a much-needed breath into his lungs. Some of the panic floating around his system, threatening to strangle him passed with that breath, and his frantic heart rate slowed with each in- and exhale he managed to do.

"Are you all right, Mr. Bryce? Do you need a moment?"

"Come on, buddy, pull yourself together."

Hannah’s voice, an urgent whisper in his ear pulled him back from the brink, and the place came back into focus, and with it the weight of dozens of accusing eyes.

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