Billionaire Matchmaker: Complete Series (Contemporary Romance) by Cordelia Baxter Page A
Authors: Cordelia Baxter
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generous woman at table 22. Do we have $35,000? Anyone?"
The crowd was silent; I could've heard a pin drop.
"Anyone? $35,000?" he asked again looking around the room.
My heartbeat was racing. This was it. I had to put my bid in
now if I wanted to win Jake. I couldn’t let anyone walk out here with him but
me. That it was Caroline I’d be snatching him away from would be an added
bonus. I took a final swig of champagne to give me courage and raised my
paddle.
"We have $35,000!" the emcee shouted, noticing my
bid. "Do we have $40,000?"
Caroline looked in my direction and I felt a great
satisfaction noticing her scowl. It was worth the money just to piss her off. I
raised my champagne glass at her in a moment of cockiness and toasted her. She
narrowed her eyes at me and pursed her lips.
“Anyone? Forty thousand dollars is a bargain for this
handsome man," the emcee said looking at Caroline's table.
Caroline hesitated a moment, indecision on her face before
she looked again at me, then up at the stage at Jake. I thought she had given
up and was just about to congratulate myself before heading up to the stage to collect
my "prize."
"Going once, going twice..." the emcee warned.
At the last second, Caroline raised her paddle outbidding
me.
"And we have $40,000 now! Do we have $45,000?" he
exclaimed looking right at me.
This was getting out of control, but I couldn’t stop myself.
The alcohol had made me reckless. Aside from the promise I made Jake that I
would win him, I had a burning desire to beat Caroline.
Even though I just met her, I hated her. There was something
about her that rubbed me the wrong way. She was one of those women who always
got what they wanted but tonight I would deny her what she wanted so badly,
even if I really did have to bankrupt myself.
"Fifty thousand," I said looking up at the stage
right at Jake. My heart was thumping so loudly in my chest, but my voice
sounded surprisingly calm to my own ears. He stared back at me with a look of
mild surprise. I wasn't sure quite what to read into it.
The emcee was trying to cajole Caroline to up her bid, but I
knew she wouldn't outbid me. We had played a game of chicken and I had won.
"...and sold to the lucky lady at table 12," he
finally announced.
I released a pent up breath and stood up. My legs felt
wobbly, but I managed to make it up to the stage without tripping. Once I got
there, the emcee took my hand and congratulated me.
"Let's have a round of applause for this generous
bidder. Tell us your name," he urged. The spotlight shone brightly in my
eyes and I had to shield them with my hand.
"I'm Chloe Harper," I said into the mic.
There was a smattering of applause through the crowd. I was
ready to leave the stage with Jake and turned to look at him when he grabbed
the mic from the emcee's hand. He had a glint in his eyes and looked at me with
a cold smile before he spoke.
"Ladies and gentleman, I'm afraid I will not be going
out on a date with the winner of this auction," he said. There was a hum
of confusion that spread through the crowd. I stared at Jake with my mouth
hanging open, and a feeling of dread in the pit of my stomach. "I'm a very
picky man, as some of you may know," he continued to some chuckles.
"And Ms. Harper is not someone that I can justify wasting my time with on
a date. I will pay the $50,000 bid fee myself and free Ms. Harper and myself
from this obligation."
He returned the mic to the emcee and strode off the sage
without a backward glance. When Jake walked off, the room went silent. Even the
emcee didn't know what to say. It was like one of my worst nightmares coming
true. I felt like Carrie at the prom. Everyone was staring at me with a mix of
pity and undisguised glee at the spectacle they had just witnessed.
My eyes strayed involuntarily to Caroline's table and I saw
her give me a malicious smile. I felt sick to my stomach. My instinct was to
flee from the stage and hide my face forever, but my legs wouldn't
The crowd was silent; I could've heard a pin drop.
"Anyone? $35,000?" he asked again looking around the room.
My heartbeat was racing. This was it. I had to put my bid in
now if I wanted to win Jake. I couldn’t let anyone walk out here with him but
me. That it was Caroline I’d be snatching him away from would be an added
bonus. I took a final swig of champagne to give me courage and raised my
paddle.
"We have $35,000!" the emcee shouted, noticing my
bid. "Do we have $40,000?"
Caroline looked in my direction and I felt a great
satisfaction noticing her scowl. It was worth the money just to piss her off. I
raised my champagne glass at her in a moment of cockiness and toasted her. She
narrowed her eyes at me and pursed her lips.
“Anyone? Forty thousand dollars is a bargain for this
handsome man," the emcee said looking at Caroline's table.
Caroline hesitated a moment, indecision on her face before
she looked again at me, then up at the stage at Jake. I thought she had given
up and was just about to congratulate myself before heading up to the stage to collect
my "prize."
"Going once, going twice..." the emcee warned.
At the last second, Caroline raised her paddle outbidding
me.
"And we have $40,000 now! Do we have $45,000?" he
exclaimed looking right at me.
This was getting out of control, but I couldn’t stop myself.
The alcohol had made me reckless. Aside from the promise I made Jake that I
would win him, I had a burning desire to beat Caroline.
Even though I just met her, I hated her. There was something
about her that rubbed me the wrong way. She was one of those women who always
got what they wanted but tonight I would deny her what she wanted so badly,
even if I really did have to bankrupt myself.
"Fifty thousand," I said looking up at the stage
right at Jake. My heart was thumping so loudly in my chest, but my voice
sounded surprisingly calm to my own ears. He stared back at me with a look of
mild surprise. I wasn't sure quite what to read into it.
The emcee was trying to cajole Caroline to up her bid, but I
knew she wouldn't outbid me. We had played a game of chicken and I had won.
"...and sold to the lucky lady at table 12," he
finally announced.
I released a pent up breath and stood up. My legs felt
wobbly, but I managed to make it up to the stage without tripping. Once I got
there, the emcee took my hand and congratulated me.
"Let's have a round of applause for this generous
bidder. Tell us your name," he urged. The spotlight shone brightly in my
eyes and I had to shield them with my hand.
"I'm Chloe Harper," I said into the mic.
There was a smattering of applause through the crowd. I was
ready to leave the stage with Jake and turned to look at him when he grabbed
the mic from the emcee's hand. He had a glint in his eyes and looked at me with
a cold smile before he spoke.
"Ladies and gentleman, I'm afraid I will not be going
out on a date with the winner of this auction," he said. There was a hum
of confusion that spread through the crowd. I stared at Jake with my mouth
hanging open, and a feeling of dread in the pit of my stomach. "I'm a very
picky man, as some of you may know," he continued to some chuckles.
"And Ms. Harper is not someone that I can justify wasting my time with on
a date. I will pay the $50,000 bid fee myself and free Ms. Harper and myself
from this obligation."
He returned the mic to the emcee and strode off the sage
without a backward glance. When Jake walked off, the room went silent. Even the
emcee didn't know what to say. It was like one of my worst nightmares coming
true. I felt like Carrie at the prom. Everyone was staring at me with a mix of
pity and undisguised glee at the spectacle they had just witnessed.
My eyes strayed involuntarily to Caroline's table and I saw
her give me a malicious smile. I felt sick to my stomach. My instinct was to
flee from the stage and hide my face forever, but my legs wouldn't
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