“Thirty.”
“Forty.”
“Sixty.”
“A hundred thousand.”
Up and up, it goes, but I’ve had enough of this shit. I will do anything, pay any amount to make sure she is mine.
“One million dollars,” I stand and shout. I can’t see the other bidders, but I can hear them grumble.
“Going once, going twice, sold to His Grace,”
“What?” my lass asks from the stage.
“His Grace, the Duke of Sutherland has purchased you, girl,” I hear the auctioneer say, loudly. So much for anonymity, though I doubt anyone here will say a word about it. They’d have to incriminate themselves for being here as well.
Our eyes lock and finally she nods.
“Right this way,” the hostess says, opening the door. I hesitate for just a moment. “Unless you are looking to make a second purchase?”
“No. Of course not. Take me to her.”
Lord, save us both, I pray as I make my way to her.