look away. Somehow he held her physically by the connection of their gazes.
Sebastian didn’t dare blink. She seemed awestruck and innocent and he found her utterly irresistible. For some insane reason, because something inside him had stirred and heated at the sight of her, he had no intention of letting her go.
Maybe he wouldn’t berate Shay after all. He just might end up thanking her.
SHE WANTED HIM.
Brandi stood in the middle of the floor, right beneath the stage. The men had been coming and going, none of them overly remarkable to her mind, but then, she wasn’t here to buy a man. She was only attending this benefit to support her sister, Shay. In truth, she avoided gatherings like this one, where the testosterone filled the air so thick you could choke on it. And there were any number of ways she would have preferred to spend her birthday.
But none of that mattered at the moment. The man onstage was incredible, and once her gaze locked with his, she couldn’t stop staring. She felt an irresistible connection to him, and she couldn’t seem to find the wit—or the will—to walk away.
The woman handling the bids chuckled at some jest Brandi had missed, then turned to catch the man’s arm. Holding a microphone in one hand, she gripped his arm firmly with the other and cuddled up to him. “Such a generous bid!” she called out sounding very excited, though Brandi, deeply involved in her own scrutiny, hadn’t heard the exact amount offered. “He’s worth every penny, ladies! Come on now, don’t be shy. This one is quite a specimen.” She squeezed his upper arm, testing his muscle, then made an “oohing” expression to the audience.
The man didn’t look overly complimented. He looked disdainful, and rather than work toward drawing more attention to himself as the other men had, he merely crossed his arms and braced his long legs apart. He seemed impossibly tall and strong and masculine in his rigid stance. As impenetrable as a stone wall. Almost barbaric in his strength. And he continued to look at Brandi.
The announcer struggled to gain his cooperation. She tried to force him into a turn, wanting to display him as she had the others in order to raise the already astronomical sum they’d collected. He resisted her efforts with ease. The announcer couldn’t budge him a single inch.
And the women loved it. They called out more bids, made explicit suggestions on what they’d do with him and haggled amongst themselves.
Brandi’s fascination built. Never before had she felt it, at least, not in eight long years. And before that, she’d simply been too young. But there was no denying the interest surging inside her now. She’d made a decision earlier that day, a decision that would change her life—hopefully for the better. But this? Could she really consider bidding on a man? On this man?
In answer to her own thoughts, she shook her head no.
The man gave her a slight, devastating smile that stole her breath—and then slowly nodded his head yes, as if to encourage her. Embarrassed color flooded her face. He couldn’t possibly know what she’d been thinking! She shook her head again, more emphatically this time, but that only made his smile widen until he gave her a full-fledged grin.
God, he was gorgeous.
And big. Too big. Much, much too big and imposing and… Brandi felt her heartbeat trip, felt heat wash over her, as if someone had opened an oven. She tried to step back, to break the invisible connection between them, but she couldn’t manage it. Never in her life had she been the object of such masculine notice. Her sister Shay was so striking—tall and pale and beautiful beyond words—Brandi naturally faded beside her, becoming a mere shadow to Shay’s impressive height and inexhaustible energy.
But now a man—this incredible mountain of a man—had latched on to her with his bold gaze and he wouldn’t release her. She felt both alarmed and pleasantly flustered.
At that moment, Shay reappeared at her side. Her slim eyebrows lifted in a question. The man’s gaze automatically reverted to Shay, who towered over Brandi.
It wasn’t quite jealousy that Brandi felt—she and Shay were very close—it was more like resignation. She had no business staring at a man, inviting his interest when she had no intention of returning it. She couldn’t return it, not yet, and certainly not with a man like him. Her resolution to start this birthday off differently hadn’t yet been implemented. And it never would be with a man like him.
Now that he wasn’t looking at her, she could look away, too, and did—with a deep, regretful sigh.
Shay heard that sigh and smiled. “He is gorgeous, isn’t he?”
Burdened with her own thoughts, Brandi turned to look up at Shay and asked stupidly, “Who?”
“The man you’ve been ogling.” Then Shay took her arm and led her away from the center of the floor. “Every woman here has been doing the same. But then, he’s not exactly the type of man any red-blooded female would fail to notice.”
“He isn’t enjoying being on that stage.”
Shay chuckled. “No, I don’t think he is. But did you see how the women are reacting to his disinterest? They’re going wild for him.”
Feeling choked, Brandi said, “Then I suppose he’ll bring in a good amount for your charity auction.”
“That’s what I’m counting on.” Shay slanted Brandi a look. “I could make you a loan, you know.”
Brandi stumbled but quickly righted herself. “Good grief, Shay! You’re not suggesting…?”
“Why not?”
Such a ridiculous question hardly deserved an answer, but it irritated Brandi enough to give one anyway. “You already know why. Did you look at him? He’s bigger than a barn and dark as Satan. Even wearing a suit, the man looks like a disgruntled savage. And so far, he’s only smiled once.”
“Yes, but that smile almost knocked you on your can. I watched the whole thing. Admit it, Brandi, you like what you saw.”
Trying to be reasonable, Brandi explained, “He makes my insides jumpy. That’s not a good sign.”
Shay’s face lit up. “Are you kidding? That’s a fantastic sign!”
“No.”
“But…”
“No buts.” Then Brandi softened her tone. She knew Shay only had her best interests at heart, and she wanted to put her at ease. “I made a decision this morning to get my life in order, to start…circulating again.”
“Circulating? As in dating?” There was both caution and elation in Shay’s tone.
Brandi smiled. “Yes. I’ll probably make a fool of myself, and I’ll have to start out with someone safe, someone I know well and can trust and who isn’t too pushy or overbearing. But it’s past time I got on with my life. I’m going to start acting like a normal woman again if it kills me.”
Shay grinned. “Well, I don’t think death will actually be a by-product. And I’m thrilled with your decision, I really am. But since you already like the guy onstage—”
They both turned as the announcer began responding to a volley of bids. Things
