Wanted: A Bad Boy Auction Romance

by Nicole Elliot

  We sat in silence for a few more minutes, neither of us wanting to break the familiar comfort we had sunk into. I drank my coffee until it was gone and Piper finished her second scone. The sun was high in the sky by the time we spoke again.

  “I should probably get back,” Piper said, standing up. “My parents will wonder where I am.”

  “How long are you in town? Can I take you to dinner?” I blurted out. “I owe you that much, at least.”

  Piper smiled and shuffled her feet. She played with a loose curl. She looked more uncomfortable that I’d ever seen her, but the smile never left her lips.

  “Sure,” she said hesitantly. “Dinner. That’s fine. I’m here for the rest of the week.”

  “Tonight?” I asked.

  “Okay,” Piper nodded.

  She turned and walked through the square. I watched her sashaying hips until she disappeared.

  Fifteen

  Piper

  “Will you please stop looking at me like that?” I snapped. After enduring Audra’s judgmental glare for nearly twenty minutes I was ready to be rid of her for the night.

  “Like what?” Audra asked. Fake innocence dripped from her lips.

  “Like I just killed your puppy,” I said with a glare of my own.

  “I just don’t understand why you’re doing this,” Audra said with a shake of her head.

  “Well, you don’t have to,” I said.

  “Piper…” Audra began. She slowly got off the bed and walked over to me. I stood in front of the vanity mirror, teasing my curls and adding finishing touches to my makeup. Audra stood behind me and watched me work. She didn’t speak. I pretended like I didn’t see her standing there until it became too much to stand.

  “What?” I snapped, finally turning around to face her. My stance must have been a defensive one because Audra immediately took two steps backward.

  “Retract the claws, okay?” Audra said. She held her hands up in a surrendering gesture. “I just want to make sure you know what you’re getting yourself into.”

  “I’m not getting myself into anything,” I argued. “It’s dinner. With an old friend.”

  “He’s not just an old friend,” Audra said. “And you know that.”

  “Of course, I know that,” I told her. For the first time all evening, I let my confidence slip away. My head sagged and I stared at my feet which were crammed into high heels a size too small. I hated how easily it was for me to become emotional. In New York, I was strong. I didn’t allow any weakness to seep through. In Bradberry, though? It was like everyone and everything could see straight down to my raw, vulnerable soul. I was exposed and no one knew that better than my sister.

  “Talk to me,” Audra said softly.

  “These shoes are too small,” I complained.

  “Yeah, well, they’re all I have,” Audra shrugged. “Maybe you should have brought your own if you intended to date while you’re in town. Seriously, Piper…”

  “Don’t,” I told her. My head popped back up and my eyes narrowed warningly. “Audra, it’s not your life. It’s not your business.”

  “The hell it’s not!” Audra’s face turned red in a flash. “Who took care of you when he bailed? Who was there, in the hospital, the day…”

  I shot Audra a look that was more than a warning. She was treading on extremely dangerous ground and she knew it. Her mouth shut and her face softened slightly. Of all the things I knew about my sister, her protective instinct was the most prominent. When she felt I was heading down the wrong path, she couldn’t help but voice her opinions. Even when they were the last thing I needed or wanted to hear.

  “I know you’re worried, okay?” I told her. I tried to keep my voice even and calm, but it was trembling with annoyance. Gently, I reach my hand out and took hers. I squeezed it and said, “I understand. And you know how much I appreciate everything you’ve done for me over the years. You, more than anyone, have stood by me and I love you for it. I really do, Aud. I can’t explain to you how I’m feeling right now. Everything with Logan feels so uncertain and unfinished. Despite everything, I don’t think I ever truly got closure from him. I need to go tonight, okay? And right now, you need to back off. Please.”

  Audra opened her mouth to argue, but she closed it almost as fast. With a sigh, she took a step forward and engulfed me in a bone crushing hug. She held me so tightly I thought I was going to suffocate, but I didn’t pull away. I stepped closer and wrapped my arms around her waist. I let her hold me as she silently told me I was stronger than I had ever been before. As my big sister, Audra had seen me at my lowest points in life. She, more than anyone, knew the progress I had made over those last five years. Deep down, I knew her worry stemmed from her desire to keep me on my chosen path. She didn’t want anything derailing the life I had created for myself. Especially not Logan.

  “It’s okay to be scared,” she whispered in my ear.

  I wouldn’t admit it, but Audra was right. I was terrified of what my dinner with Logan might mean. Our talk in town went well. Better than I ever imagined. But, that still didn’t change our history. There was so much between Logan and me, so much pain and heartache. I knew one dinner could never erase all that, but a part of me hoped it might be a start. At least, a step in the right direction.

  “Are you going to tell him?” Audra asked. Her voice was low, soft. I knew she was trying not to upset me again.

  I sighed and pulled away from her. I sunk onto the bed and adjusted the heels on my feet into a more comfortable position. Audra waited patiently for my answer, but we both knew I didn’t have one.

  “Maybe he should know,” Audra said. “Lilliana isn’t a baby anymo…”

  “I know,” I said quickly. I didn’t know if I could handle talking about Lilliana right then. “And honestly, I don’t know what I will or won’t tell him. I don’t think I’ll know until I’m there.”

  “That’s fair,” Audra nodded. “And it’s ultimately your decision, but be careful. Once you tell him, you can never take it back. He’ll know. Forever.”

  I nodded and gave her another quick hug before grabbing my purse. I hurried from the door without a backward glance. Audra’s words still ringing in my ears.

  Sixteen

  Piper

  Martello’s was a small, hole in the wall, Italian restaurant on the edge of Bradberry. Anthony Martello and his wife, Elena, moved to Bradberry when their youngest child got married almost forty years ago. It was their wish to open an Italian bistro in a small town somewhere. Anthony said it reminded him of the restaurant he worked at as a boy, back in Italy.

  I always loved Martello’s. Anytime there was a special occasion or celebration my parents would bring Audra and me. They let us order whatever we wanted, including a plate of cannolis for dessert.

  The restaurant hadn’t been the same since Elena died. When she passed, the whole town went into mourning right alongside Martello. He shut down the restaurant for six months. When he opened again, he acted as if nothing happened. He went back to work doing what he loved. He would greet everyone just as he did before his wife’s death. The only difference was the small photograph of Elena that now stood in the middle of the entryway.

  When I walked inside that night, my eyes fell on Elena’s picture immediately. Tears filled my eyes without my consent. I hadn’t realized how much I missed Martello’s until that night.

  Logan was sitting in the back corner of the restaurant at a table for two. I saw him before he saw me, which gave me the chance to watch him for a few seconds unnoticed. He was staring down at the menu in his hands with a concentrated frown on his face. There were two glasses of water on the table and two empty wine glasses. The scene definitely had the makings of a proper date. The thought made my stomach flip.

  As I watched him, Logan flipped the menu over and examined the back. I knew he was just making himself busy. We’d both been here so many times that reading the menu was no longer a necessity. Still, he stared intently, with no idea
that I was right there watching him. His dark eyes were narrowed slightly, but even from where I stood I could see them sparkle. God. Why did he have to be so handsome? It would have been easier if my attraction to him had faded, but it was stronger than ever.

  When I finally got up the nerve to walk over to him, my palms began to sweat. The closer I got, the better he looked. His shirt was tight against his chest and I could see the outline of every muscle. My head was spinning. I wanted to run my fingers over those muscles and watch as he…

  “Hey,” Logan said as I approached the table. “There you are.”

  “Here I am,” I said with an awkward little nod. “Have you been waiting long?”

  “No,” Logan shook his head. “Not really.”

  “Good.” I smiled and sat down.

  Logan handed me a menu and cleared his throat. I waited for him to speak, but he didn’t. Instead, his eyes once again focused on his own menu. Now that I was closer, I could see that he hadn’t shaved in a couple days. His stumble was just beginning to grow past the five o’clock shadow length. It gave him an edgy quality. I couldn’t help but think how sexy it made him look.

  He glanced up and caught me staring at him. I looked down quickly, letting my nerves get the better of me, before I remembered my age and laughed. I looked back up apologetically and set my menu down on the table.

  “This is ridiculous,” I said boldly. “I don’t know why I’m so nervous.”

  “It’s okay,” he said. “I am, too.”

  “But we shouldn’t be,” I argued. “We’ve done this a thousand times before. You know me and I know you. There’s no reason this should be so awkward.”

  “Isn’t it always awkward with exes?” Logan asked.

  “Does it have to be?” I countered. Logan looked at me for a second before he chuckled and leaned back in his chair.

  “You really haven’t changed much,” he said.

  “I like to think I have,” I said. “But I guess I’m still the same me.”

  “That’s a good thing,” Logan said. “That wit of yours is infamous.”

  “Sometimes I’m not so sure,” I said. “I left Bradberry so I could change. So, I could move on and grow up. What was the point if none of that happened?”

  “It happened,” Logan assured me. “You’re still you, but you’re more poised. You have a confidence now that you didn’t have five years ago. When I knew you, you were always just this little ball of energy. It was like you were going to burst out of your skin at any given moment. You don’t have that same energy anymore. You’re calmer, more sure of yourself.”

  “You got all that from just one conversation,” I laughed.

  “It was a good conversation,” Logan shrugged.

  “It was,” I agreed. “I’m glad we decided to do this.”

  “I’m just glad you said yes,” Logan laughed again. “I really didn’t think you would.”

  “Why?” I asked.

  “Because a part of you still hates me,” Logan said bluntly. It was almost too easy to be honest with each other.

  “Hate isn’t the right word,” I said.

  “What word would you use?” Logan asked. His eyes were fixed on mine and I knew he really wanted to know the answer. He was being sincere. It terrified me.

  “Let’s order our food before we get into the heavy stuff,” I suggested, trying to keep my tone light hearted. Logan’s face told me he knew I was avoiding the question, but he was kind enough to let me.

  We ordered a glass of wine each and nibbled on some breadsticks while we waited for our food. Our conversation stayed in the shallow end as he discussed my family and his. He told me about his parents moving out of state and I told him that Audra had another baby who was now almost four. He talked and I listened, I talked and he listened. We fell into an easy, unassuming rhythm that put me at ease.

  It wasn’t until our plates were cleared and the dessert ordered that things once again turned serious.

  “Piper,” Logan said. “I want you to know that, despite everything, I still care about you. You may not believe this, but I never stopped thinking about you. Not once.”

  I watched his eyes as he spoke and I knew he meant every word he said. My fear escalated as I thought of the secret I was keeping from him. Over the years, I told myself it was better that Logan never knew. I reassured myself over and over again that it was for the best. But, sitting there with him, enjoying a plate of cannoli, listening to him tell me how much he still cared for me… my resolve began to weaken. For the first time, I considered telling him everything.

  “Can I ask you that question again?” Logan asked. His words pulled me out of my head. I blinked a couple times and frowned. “About hating me?”

  I laughed weakly and said, “I really don’t hate you, Logan. Not even close.”

  “Then, how do you feel about me now?”

  “Well,” I said, speaking slowly. “When you left, I was mad. And hurt. It felt like our entire relationship was just marking time for you. Like you were using me as a distraction until your real life came along.”

  “That wasn’t…”

  “Let me finish,” I said quickly. “But, when I moved to New York I was able to get some distance from this town and from the memories I had of you. I knew then that I never hated you. There were times when I wished I did, but I couldn’t. You can’t hate someone when you spent so much time loving them. I think what I felt was just resentment. I resented you for getting out first, for leaving before I could. I resented you for not asking me to go with you, for not waiting to go with me.”

  “What would you have said?” Logan asked softly. “If I asked you to go?”

  “I don’t know.” I shook my head and thought hard about my answer. “I think, back then, there wasn’t anything I wouldn’t have done for you.”

  At my words, Logan’s eyes closed for a fraction of a second. When they opened, I could see the pain he’d been hiding rise to the surface. Without thinking, I reached across the table and held his hand. He stroked my palm with his thumb.

  We sat in silence, holding hands and staring at each other, for what felt like hours. I knew he was remembering the same things I was: all those nights together in my room or his, in my car or his. Just the slightest touch made those desires flood back to the surface for us both. As he watched me, I saw that familiar glint in his eyes. He wanted me just as badly as I wanted him.

  This easy date was about to turn into some night.

  Seventeen

  Logan

  “Thank you for walking me home,” Piper said with a shy smile. We were standing at the edge of her driveway, both of us shuffling our feet awkwardly.

  “Piper,” I said breathlessly.

  “Please,” Piper said quickly. “We can’t, okay? We can’t go there.”

  “Why not?” I asked, taking a step toward her. “I know you felt it, too. At the restaurant. You felt that spark between us. I know you did.”

  “Of course, I did,” Piper said emphatically. “But that doesn’t change anything.”

  “Doesn’t it?” I asked. “Because for me, it changes everything.”

  “How?” Piper demanded.

  “Knowing you still feel that way,” I said. “Knowing you still want me… it changes everything.”

  As I spoke, I watched Piper’s face for any sign of a reaction. The second our hands touched over that table at Martello’s I knew we would end up here. There was something between us, something primal and intense. Our attraction was one that could never be ignored and now that we were once again in each other’s lives, ignoring it wasn’t even worth the attempt. It would never work. I knew that and judging from the hungry look in Piper’s eyes, she did too.

  I reached over and wrapped my arm around Piper’s waist. My fingers trailed along the waistline of her skirt as I pulled her roughly along. I led us around the side of the house and into the backyard.

  “What are you doing?” Piper hissed.

  “Yo
u know exactly what I’m doing,” I told her with a mischievous grin.

  “My parents are home,” Piper reminded me.

  “That’s why we’re going to the guest house,” I said. “I’m assuming it’s still empty? Used only for storage? The perfect place for a nightcap.”

  “Yes, but…”

  I stopped walking and turned to face Piper head on. My hands rested on her hips and I pulled her closer to me.

  “If this isn’t what you want, I’ll go,” I promised her and I meant it. “Just tell me.”

  Piper’s breathing was irregular as she laid her hands on my chest. She traced my muscles with her fingers and I could see the wheels in her head turning. The way she stroked my chest through my shirt was deliciously familiar. She used to do the same thing when we were together. It was her way of telling me how badly she wanted to feel my skin against hers.

  “Logan,” my name was a growl on her lips. It was all the encouragement I needed. I lifted her off her feet and carried her up the stairs to the door of the guest house. The door was unlocked. I shoved it open and stepped inside with Piper still in my arms.

  When I set her down, she stood on her tiptoes to stare into my eyes. The door swung shut behind us and we continued looking at each other. We didn’t move. We didn’t speak. We didn’t kiss. We just looked into each other’s eyes. I tried to read her every thought and I knew she was doing the same. It had been years since we were together and yet, in that moment, it felt like just yesterday. I could see the familiar flash in her blue eyes that told me to kiss her.

  I wrapped my arms tightly around her waist and pulled her against me. She lifted herself up further, wrapping her arms around my neck. We were moving slowly, slower than we’d ever moved before. I wanted to remember every moment of this night. I wanted to memorize the feeling of her arms around me, her lips against mine…

  When our lips finally touched, I sighed deeply. A shot of electricity went through my body, starting at my head and propelling its way down to my toes. Every inch of my skin was on fire from just the beginnings of a kiss. I could tell from the way Piper’s arms were trembling around my neck that she felt it too.