Bidding on the Billionaire (Bad Boys Billionaire Bachelors Club) by Rachel Angel

said. Her voice
was so soft and quiet.
    Mandi
knew that rotto meant broke. Sergio looked down at her and smiled, taking the
doll from the little girl. It was clearly an old doll that was marked up from
being dropped, drawn on, and probably squeezed by many a little girl.  The part
of the doll that was broke was its arm. It kept falling off. Sergio looked at
the arm, trying to see what he could do to fix it for the little girl. Mandi
could see a gentle determination in his eyes and there was no way he was going
to disappoint the angelic face that was watching him so closely.
    A
bit of the plastic that keeps the arm in the socket was worn down from years of
play and Sergio held his finger up to his chin, looking like he was a toy doctor
evaluating the problem.  He suddenly said, “I have just the perfect idea,” and
got up and went over to the desk in the corner where the worker was sitting.
    Mandi
and the little girl both watched him and were both obviously curious as to what
he was up to.  He came back with a small paper clip and tightened it around the
plastic piece that was worn down.  Then he carefully put the arm back in the
socket and wiggled it around a bit until he was sure the paper clip was
securing the arm so it wouldn’t fall off again.
    The little
girl’s eyes were so wide as she watched his every move.  He leaned in to the
doll like it was talking to him and nodded his head, mumbling, “Yes, I see.”
    “Fisso?”
the little girl asked.
    “Fisso,” 
Sergio confirmed.  He handed the doll to the little girl and told her something
in Italian that Mandi didn’t understand.
    She
nodded her head, smiling brightly and lunged toward Sergio to give him a big
hug.
    Mandi’s
heart just melted and she wondered how he could not just take every one of these
kids home with him.  It would be so hard to not want to do that.
    Another
hour had passed and Sergio and Mandi finally left the orphanage, being bid
farewell by happy and lovely children. Sergio had made their day and he’d made
Mandi’s too. 
     
    Sergio
had some business to attend to that afternoon and Mandi was very quiet,
thinking about what had transpired that morning. It had really touched a part
of her in a way that was most unexpected.  It was such an intimate scene and
one that came from such a genuine place within Sergio. It was so appealing to
her and she could just see him doing so many amazing little things just for the
joy of it, not for any recognition. It was the sign that he was a good man too,
not just a rich man.
    That
night, Sergio and Mandi sat out on the veranda and enjoyed the unusually warm
breeze that was coming off the ocean. They didn’t say much, but they just held
hands, casually caressing each other’s palms with their fingers.
    Something
inside of Mandi was changing and she didn’t know how to describe it.  She
didn’t know if it was love, but it was certainly an emotion that went beyond
the parameters of the arrangement.
    When
Sergio and Mandi finally crawled into bed they started to kiss each other
slowly and deliberately. Nothing was rushed and every action, every second
seemed to be an expression of a deep emotion and hidden desire.
    Mandi
and Sergio’s lips did not leave each other’s the entire time they joined their
bodies together that night. It was as if their touch was the lifeline that kept
them going strongly and showed just what the other was feeling without words. Their
silence was welcomed and it seemed like no words would be adequate to describe
the moment. It was a moment of pure unbridled desire to experience everything
another person had to offer and take of the gifts of their heart.
    As Mandi
rested her head on Sergio’s chest she could feel the soft pounding of his
heart. She could smell the scent of his cologne and sense the depth of his
passion for life. Sergio gently caressed Mandi’s back with his one hand,
leaving a trail of his touch behind her that was accented by the breeze that
was