Ravage: Lightning Bolts MC Read Free Page B

shuddered.
     
    “I know, I know. It’s gross as hell. It skeeves me out, too. But it’s a way to make money. I’m just saying. It might be worth thinking about. I know the sort of shape you’re in.”
     
    I sighed, turning to the mirror. “Thanks. But I can’t imagine this,” I gestured to my body, “pulling in the kind of money I need.”
     
    “Um, are we looking at the same person? Jeez, it’s like you’re blind or something.” She stood behind me. “You’re tall, stacked, slim. Gorgeous hair, gorgeous eyes, gorgeous skin. Pouty lips. I mean, come on.”
     
    She saw that. I saw tall, gangly, clumsy. Too pale, too skinny. Boring brown hair.
     
    “I just don’t see it,” I said. “And I don’t want to humiliate myself for nothing.”
     
    “Sweetie, even if you were some tragic dog—which you are most definitely not—it wouldn’t matter. I hate myself for saying this, but these men don’t care. They want a virgin, which I know you are. They want that thrill. Which you can give them. And your looks will only pull a higher price. That’s it.”
     
    I shook my head. “God, I can’t tell you how tempting it is. I’m at my wits end with the money situation. I just can’t get over the idea of selling myself like that.”
     
    “The auction is tomorrow night. I managed to weasel the info out of the guy I heard talking about it. The dude who hosts it is a motorcycle gang leader. Reign of Chaos, I think it’s called.”
     
    I rolled my eyes. “Oh, that gives me a lot of encouragement that this is totally above-board.”
     
    “I know, I know, but I got it on scout’s honor that it is.”
     
    “Scout’s honor from somebody who goes to virgin auctions. Funny, but it doesn’t inspire confidence.”
     
    Mac grimaced. “You know what I’m saying. I wouldn’t put this in front of you if he hadn’t already sworn that it’s all legit. Classy. Not dirty. I promise.” She handed me a slip of paper with the information, as well as a few tips on how to dress. “I can come over tomorrow night if you decide to do it and help you get ready. If I know you, you’ll show up in sweats because you don’t know how hot you are.”
     
    “I have a little common sense. Or else I wouldn’t dress like this for work.” I didn’t even like showing off cleavage. How on Earth would I auction off my virginity?
     
    It wasn’t like I was trying to be a virgin. It wasn’t an active choice like it was for a lot of people. It just hadn’t happened for me. Yet. I could have hooked up with random guys in college if I had wanted to—just about any girl could. I didn’t want it to be that way. I always wanted it to be special. “Special” hadn’t come along yet.
     
    What kind of person would I be if I went back on everything I had ever believed and gave it away to the highest bidder? How hypocritical would that be? I would hate myself.
     
    But I already hated myself. I gave myself one more look before leaving the bathroom. I hated myself for not being able to take care of my mom the way she needed.
     
    “How much money did you say?” I asked Mac.
     
    “One girl got twenty-five thousand,” she said. “I think the guy who runs it takes ten or fifteen percent off the top. The rest is yours.”
     
    Even if I got that much, even with fifteen percent taken out, that would be over twenty-one thousand dollars. What I couldn’t do with that sort of money.
     
    I promised Mac I would think about it, that I would call her in the morning with my answer. I had to get back behind the bar.
     
    The rest of the night was just as busy as the early stages, and Mac’s group came through with a ton of tips—over four hundred dollars in all. It was insane, and I couldn’t thank them enough. But four hundred dollars only made a small dent. It wasn’t hospice money. Twenty thousand dollars, on the other hand, put me a lot closer.
     
    It was completely insane, and it ran through my mind all night long. The idea of