Louisa's POV
"What do you mean?" I felt half tipsy, half confused.
"I need you to go sit next to him like a fucking little doll and talk to him. Do whatever you can to make him occupied, so he doesn't bid for anything during the auction." Lucas organized my hair for a little bit and said.
"But... Why?" I stared at him in bewilderment.
Lucas seemed to be pissed.
"There's no fucking why," he grunted. "I'm asking you to distract him during the fucking auction and you do whatever I fucking tell you to do."
I tiptoed so I could move my head closer to him.
"Are you fucking sniffing me again, you little pervert?" He frowned.
"You smell fishy." I narrowed my eyes and said, "You must be scheming on something. I won't help you if you don't tell me why you want me to distract him during the auction."
Lucas looked outrageous.