Billionaire Matchmaker Book Two: Undone (Billionaire BBW Erotic Romance) by Cordelia Baxter Page B
Authors: Cordelia Baxter
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I noticed it didn't reach his
eyes.
I cocked my head to the side, caught off guard by the
hostility emanating from him. He must have noticed my confusion as the look was
wiped of his face so quickly, I almost wondered if I was imagining things.
"Chloe, this is Caroline, a good friend of mine,"
Jake said, finally introducing me to the beautiful woman standing next to him.
"It's nice to meet you," I said, trying to keep my
voice neutral.
I looked her over discreetly, noticing that she was actually
a bit older than I had suspected when I first saw her. She was very pretty with
platinum blonde hair and large blue eyes. Her skin was tanned and she had a
body to die for, which was shown off to advantage in a clingy silver dress. I
felt like a child playing dress up standing next to her.
"Likewise," she answered, holding out her hand.
Her voice held a note of curiosity and derision and I noticed her appraising me
with undisguised disdain. I briefly touched her fingers, not wanting to be
rude, but also not feeling compelled to be nice either. I wasn't going to go
out of my way to be nice to someone who clearly had a problem with me.
Caroline eventually excused herself, but not before she put
her hand on Jake’s shoulder and whispered something else to him. They both
smiled, as if laughing at some inside joke I had no part of. It irritated me
immensely. When she finally sauntered off, shamelessly making sure Jake noticed
her backside as she went, I scowled and turned to him.
"You have such nice friends," I murmured.
"Some better than others," he said. His voice
sounded harsh and accusing.
"Just what is your problem tonight?" I asked,
confused by his strange behavior.
"I don't know what you're talking about.” He smiled at
me again, but there was no warmth there. His expression was guarded and his
body looked tense, as if tightly coiled and ready to spring at a moment's
notice.
"Where have you been?" I asked, harshly.
"I've been waiting for you this whole time."
"I've had a busy day. The auction is about to start. I
think we should take our seats."
I didn’t understand his behavior, but chalked it up to a
hard day at work. He was probably exhausted after his travels , I
reasoned.
He placed his arm on my back and guided us towards our
table. I sat at the chair he pulled out for me, and noticed the table was half
full with the other guests. Each spot had an auction paddle with a number on
it.
Jake did not sit down next to me, and explained that he had
to go backstage to prepare for the auction. I nodded my understanding, and he
turned on his heel and strode off towards the other end of the room to the back
of the stage.
The auction was delayed for a while, and since I had nothing
better to do, I grabbed some more champagne. By the time the auction finally
got started, I was feeling buzzed.
The emcee finally took the stage, and got right in on the
bidding. The first bachelor up for bid was a hot young actor on a popular
television show. There was a bidding war for him between two older matrons. Mr.
Actor looked horrified to meet his date when she went on stage to claim her
prize. She looked old enough to be his grandmother. I let out an unladylike
snort, and the people sitting at the table with me turned to look at me
disapprovingly.
Jake was the fifth bachelor up for bid. When he took the
stage, a loud hush went through the crowd. There was a palpable excitement
among the guests. This was the moment most of them were looking forward to.
They would be sorely disappointed because I had no intention of letting them
win.
"Here is someone that really needs no
introduction," the emcee announced. "Mr. Jake Powers, philanthropic
billionaire, and not to mention, not too hard on the eyes, right ladies? The
bidding will begin at $5000. Again this will include one date with Mr. Powers
lasting for 3 hours...and maybe longer if you're lucky."
Almost every table had paddles up in the air.
"Do I have $6000?" the emcee asked. No
eyes.
I cocked my head to the side, caught off guard by the
hostility emanating from him. He must have noticed my confusion as the look was
wiped of his face so quickly, I almost wondered if I was imagining things.
"Chloe, this is Caroline, a good friend of mine,"
Jake said, finally introducing me to the beautiful woman standing next to him.
"It's nice to meet you," I said, trying to keep my
voice neutral.
I looked her over discreetly, noticing that she was actually
a bit older than I had suspected when I first saw her. She was very pretty with
platinum blonde hair and large blue eyes. Her skin was tanned and she had a
body to die for, which was shown off to advantage in a clingy silver dress. I
felt like a child playing dress up standing next to her.
"Likewise," she answered, holding out her hand.
Her voice held a note of curiosity and derision and I noticed her appraising me
with undisguised disdain. I briefly touched her fingers, not wanting to be
rude, but also not feeling compelled to be nice either. I wasn't going to go
out of my way to be nice to someone who clearly had a problem with me.
Caroline eventually excused herself, but not before she put
her hand on Jake’s shoulder and whispered something else to him. They both
smiled, as if laughing at some inside joke I had no part of. It irritated me
immensely. When she finally sauntered off, shamelessly making sure Jake noticed
her backside as she went, I scowled and turned to him.
"You have such nice friends," I murmured.
"Some better than others," he said. His voice
sounded harsh and accusing.
"Just what is your problem tonight?" I asked,
confused by his strange behavior.
"I don't know what you're talking about.” He smiled at
me again, but there was no warmth there. His expression was guarded and his
body looked tense, as if tightly coiled and ready to spring at a moment's
notice.
"Where have you been?" I asked, harshly.
"I've been waiting for you this whole time."
"I've had a busy day. The auction is about to start. I
think we should take our seats."
I didn’t understand his behavior, but chalked it up to a
hard day at work. He was probably exhausted after his travels , I
reasoned.
He placed his arm on my back and guided us towards our
table. I sat at the chair he pulled out for me, and noticed the table was half
full with the other guests. Each spot had an auction paddle with a number on
it.
Jake did not sit down next to me, and explained that he had
to go backstage to prepare for the auction. I nodded my understanding, and he
turned on his heel and strode off towards the other end of the room to the back
of the stage.
The auction was delayed for a while, and since I had nothing
better to do, I grabbed some more champagne. By the time the auction finally
got started, I was feeling buzzed.
The emcee finally took the stage, and got right in on the
bidding. The first bachelor up for bid was a hot young actor on a popular
television show. There was a bidding war for him between two older matrons. Mr.
Actor looked horrified to meet his date when she went on stage to claim her
prize. She looked old enough to be his grandmother. I let out an unladylike
snort, and the people sitting at the table with me turned to look at me
disapprovingly.
Jake was the fifth bachelor up for bid. When he took the
stage, a loud hush went through the crowd. There was a palpable excitement
among the guests. This was the moment most of them were looking forward to.
They would be sorely disappointed because I had no intention of letting them
win.
"Here is someone that really needs no
introduction," the emcee announced. "Mr. Jake Powers, philanthropic
billionaire, and not to mention, not too hard on the eyes, right ladies? The
bidding will begin at $5000. Again this will include one date with Mr. Powers
lasting for 3 hours...and maybe longer if you're lucky."
Almost every table had paddles up in the air.
"Do I have $6000?" the emcee asked. No
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