Two words strike a morbid fear into my anti-social, awkward, very single, and lonely existence: Charity Auction.
Did I sign up for this?
My time in exchange for a charity donation, my wages paid by the owner of the company I work for. Every dollar donated matched by the man himself.
The only two words that actually get me to said Charity auction.
Once I find out he’ll be there… once I find out I might even get to see him in person… Maybe even meet him…
But nothing’s ever that easy, I know that.
My boss from hell seems determined to make not only my day off miserable but goes out of her way to make sure I might not even make it at all.
That is until I meet the man himself.
Way before the bidding starts. Long before the hammer falls, I know I’m in deep and we both might just end up with a lot more than we bargained for.
For better or for worse.