Emily
I can’t breathe. The ordeal I’ve just endured would be enough to scar me for the rest of my life, but this?
That hulking monstrosity driving the bid up did more than make my skin crawl—he filled me with so much disgust I was ready to slit my own throat rather than live to become his slave. Then someone else beat him at his own game. Only now that the dust has settled does the crowd clear enough for me to get a look at the winner, and my whole body goes numb.
It’s him. It’s Thomas.
The man I came here to find—the treacherous villain that started the hateful lie that I’m crazy—has just brought the hammer down. If I was scared of the massive ogre who opened determined to win me, I’m petrified of the man who did.
Even if he does look incredibly sex in his three-piece suit like he stepped right out of an Armani commercial.