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not try to
curtail the kinky shit that goes on in this establishment as long as
all participants are willing and consenting.
    Knowing Bridger as I do, which
isn’t all that great
really because the guy is a complete mystery to most, I’m sure
he’s thoroughly checked out this Magnus dude as well as ensured
Auralie was a willing participant in his shenanigans, contrary to
what her eyes have told me in the past.
    “What’s up?” I
announce my presence behind him with a slight clap of my hand on his
back.
    He’s
not startled because he’s Bridger and nothing rattles him, so
he merely swivels his body my way and nods. “Not much. What’s
up with you?”
    I shrug. Not much is up other
than my blood pressure and feelings of guilt and anger over the
thought of Auralie touching someone else tonight, but I’m not
going to tell him that.
    This Bridger notices all in one
skilled glance because my emotions are painted clearly on my face,
but he tries not to make a big deal out of it. “You
seem tense.”
    I don’t
respond but call out to Heather, one of the bartenders, who looks my
way. “Maker’s Mark… neat.”
    “Must be tense,”
Bridger comments. “You don’t ever drink on work nights.”
    “I might take the night
off,” I muse, trying not to get insulted by Bridger’s
snort of disbelief. Me coming to The Silo and not getting my rocks
off is just… unheard of.
    “Seriously,” he prods
at me. “What’s up?”
    Taking the drink, I slug back a
hefty swallow and set it back down, enjoying the burn. I shouldn’t
even bother to engage, and I’m better served by walking out of
here and staying away until sweet Auralie is sold off, but I can’t
fucking help myself.
    “What’s the deal with
the virgin auction?” I say, carefully veiling my feelings by
not even daring to mention I know Auralie’s name. I mean, it’s
hard not to given that everyone is talking about her and her “owner”
Magnus—which is a seriously stupid fucking name—but I
don’t want him to see how affected I am.
    Bridger’s
head swivels back to Auralie and Magnus, and my gaze follows. I
receive a jolt that makes my legs shake as I realize she’s
staring straight at me. Time seems to stand still as she gives me
that wistful look before turning away. Bridger looks at her for just
a moment more, and then turns back to me.
    For a moment, I can’t
even move, but then I tear my gaze away from that pretty pink dress
and look back to Bridger, trying to seem unaffected. I’m met
with a highly arched eyebrow of curiosity.
    “What?” I say with a
belligerent tone. “I’m curious about them, that’s
all.”
    “Have you been fucking
her?” he asks in a low voice, leaning in toward me. “Because
if he’s advertising her as a virgin, someone’s going to
be disappointed.”
    “No, I’m not fucking
her,” I mutter, but damn… I so wish I were fucking her.
    “That look she just gave
you,” Bridger says knowingly. “It’s carnal.”
    “I haven’t touched—”
    “Maybe not carnal as in
physicality, but you two know each other in some way,” he
presses.
    Yeah, if you give any credence
to silent, wordless communication, then sure…
I know her. I know she doesn’t belong here selling that sweet
pussy to someone, and that I should be the one to have her.
    I think this all in a sullen tone
inside my head.
    “You don’t have
enough money,” Bridger says flatly, but not unkindly. He’s
just trying to make me see reality.
    Oddly, I do have some money if I
was so inclined to bid on a virgin, but no one here knows that and
besides… it’s probably not enough for the amount Auralie
will eventually command. So it will continue to sit in my savings
untouched… just as it’s been for the past two years.
As far as anyone here knows, I’m practically a vagrant who
wanders the country in search of the next big rush. I’ve landed
in Wyoming and stayed longer here than I have anywhere in the last
two years, mainly because I love my