I throw in the compliment hoping to soften her up, but it’s absolutely true. She looks like she wants to laugh at me and shakes her head.
“Sorry. I just came to support my friend. These types of events aren’t my thing,” she explains.
“Aw, come on. You could make a lot of money?” I reply suggestively.
She starts to look a little annoyed at me, even though it was clear she was kind of interested in me just a bit ago.
“Sorry, but no,” she replies and looks away.
I love the way she stood up to me just now. She’s got a feisty spirit in her. That’s my type of woman.
Somehow, I have to convince her to be in this auction so I can win her. I’m sure I will be able to.
I love a challenge, and her feisty attitude certainly is one. I smirk at her when she’s not looking and start thinking of ways to convince her.
“Are you sure you don’t want to participate?” I ask her bluntly, figuring that it’s worth a shot.
No one has ever accused me of being shy. I don’t see the point in beating around the bush whenever one can cut to the chase and be direct.
She smirks back at me and shakes her head. I’m both intrigued and turned on by her now. She looks at me curiously, as if daring me to ask her again, before looking away.
Well, now it’s on, I think to myself.
An official challenge.
I love it.
The guy that Sheila told me about, Brian, spends a long time talking to me. I like the attention. It’s been too long since I have had someone flirt with me. He’s hot, but seems kind of arrogant in the way that he talks, and there are other little things that I notice about him.
I mean, I was curious about the auction and it is exciting to be here, but I’m not about to sell my virginity to the first guy that I talk to, no matter how handsome or rich he is. That’s just not the type of person that I am, and I am not about to change that for anyone.
I pretend to ignore Brian for a while, but it’s difficult to do because the things he’s saying are interesting to me. He’s explaining how the auctions work and that I could make money like Sheila.
Still, my opinion hasn’t changed. It’s my body and it’s not up for bid. After a few minutes of trying to convince me, he gives up on that.
“You know, you don’t have to take part in the auction. You could make money hosting one, like Sheila, or maybe you could cater one?” he suggests.
I have to admit that I like both of his ideas. Maybe I could combine them into one, since I have my own bakery.
“Also, you don’t have to auction your virginity, you could just offer a date?” he asks slyly.
I’m not paying any attention to him, though. He seems to sense that and abruptly stops talking. I am too busy thinking about all the publicity and money I could get for my business by doing both hosting and catering.
I am starting to think that maybe I should take him up on this offer. If I did, then I could finally afford to move into that bigger store that I have had my eye on.
I’m about to turn and ask him more about this offer, but suddenly I spot Candy, my rival from high school. She is here, with her best friend Amelia. I can’t believe that they are both here, but then again, this event involves money, so it makes sense.
I see that Amelia is about to go on stage and auction herself off for just a date. I roll my eyes and grind my teeth in irritation.
I’m so annoyed by this that I can’t even concentrate on my business plans anymore.
“I’ll talk to you later,” I say to Brian, as I walk off to go find Sheila.
“Definitely think about what I’ve been saying,” he tells me, ever the salesman. “But either way, it would be great to talk to you about anything later.”
He’s definitely a smooth operator. I can’t help but be attracted to him, even though he’s a slick guy who obviously has an agenda. Still, I know the attraction is genuine and mutual, and I can’t help thinking it would be a two-for-one-deal to talk to him more and make some money.
I wanted this opportunity, and here it is. And yet, now that it’s in my lap, I’m not sure what to do with it. But at the moment, I’m too blinded by annoyance at my high school rival to think clearly.
Sheila is standing with Andrew, so I join them. I want to vent my frustration, but Sheila doesn’t even notice that I’m here. She is too busy chatting with and smiling at Andrew. He asks her a question, and she starts blushing and looking around.