The BWWM Billionaire Bundle (Three Hot Fantasies) Read Free

place in the chair, and she stood in time to overhear a man shouting introductions. He was standing on a green crate and his coat tails whipped up and down with his every enunciation.
    “The list is posted all around the dressing rooms and backstage area. Once there are only two people in front of you, someone will come find you and go through final prep before you go onstage. Try to be in the main area, so you’re easy to find. If you aren’t here we go on without you! Don’t be nervous, it’s all for charity. Just have fun out there! Once you’re sent through the curtain, just follow the white line on the stage and stand on the yellow star! Feel free to wave, or do whatever, but you won’t be mic’d so you can’t talk. Got it? The host will thank you, and then you will keep following the white line until you are off the stage where you can sign-out and get the contact info for your donor.”
    When he was finished Keisha made several loops around the backstage, trying to calm her nerves. Was she really doing this? Catching her reflection in one of the giant mirrors, she couldn’t help but be reminded of her differences. All around her the girls were glamorous, thin and smiling. Their eyes almost looked empty, vacant – even dead! What was going on in their minds? Were they shaking as badly as her? Were they sweating, their mouths dry?
    “Keisha Porter?” a woman with a clipboard called “Keisha P-“
    “Yea, that’s me!”
    “Hi, Keisha. Did you hear the orientation?”
    She nodded.
    “Okay, when I tell you just walk down that line, stand on the star, and wait for the bidding to end. Got it?”
    “Yep.”
    “Okay, when you’re done just follow the same line, Steve will grab you on the other side.” She heard something on her earpiece and waved her hand at Keisha “Alright, hon, here you go.”
    Keisha stepped forward and was overwhelmed, not for the first time that evening. She knew the room would be big, but she had no idea how big. It was like she had stepped into a cathedral, and every person inside was focused on her. They clapped, cameras flashed and somewhere in the background Keisha heard a voice.
    “Keep walking!” she finally heard over the dim of the crowd.
    Oh shit!
    She pushed forward, blushing and desperately hoping she would reach the star before her heels and quivering legs gave out!
    “Can we start the bidding on the beautiful Keisha Porter? I’ll start at 500!”
    Here it is, the moment of truth! She tried to calm herself, her thousand dollars was already in the bag, after all!
    “500! Anyone, 500!”
    Oh god, what if no one bids at all? Does that happen?
    “Do I see 500?”
    It didn’t matter how she tried to justify it, her whole world stood in the balance! She simply couldn’t handle it if no one voted at all! It would be the silly end to an even sillier attempt at proving she was something more than that small town girl. The job, the boyfriend, now this…
    Somewhere in the crowd a hand shot up.
    “500!” the auctioneer cried “Do I have 750? The price is now 750!”
    Another hand.
    “750! What about 1000?”
    And then another hand! Suddenly Keisha could hardly keep up.
    A thousand became two thousand, then four! The shaking in her legs stopped a little and she found herself smiling, waving a little bit in thanks back to the cheering and bustling crowd.
    “Ten thousand!” someone shouted and her legs began to shake again, even more furiously.
    Ten thousand? Could that possibly be right? Ten thousand dollars for what? A dinner with me? Her mind raced. Everything became a blur. Outside her somewhere was the sound of the announcer, cameras flashing, music. She followed the tiny white line until she passed through the red curtains and fell back into the bustling, although comparatively quiet, world of backstage.
    “You did great!” someone said, but it didn’t matter.
    She was flabbergasted. Who on Earth would spend 10,000 dollars on a girl like her? Her excitement and