Acquired: A Billionaire Auction Romance

by Charlotte Byrd

  “I will tell them that I flip burgers with you.”

  She laughed and then told me no a thousand times. “Okay, what will you actually say?”

  “I will say I’m in finance.”

  “Ooh, that’s good. Then they will think you have money. That could be my motivating factor for dating you.”

  I knew that it was just internal dialogue, that she was trying to make our story, but this still was able to sting a little.

  “Maybe they will stop harassing me about getting a job and will just keep sending me cash so they don’t think I’m using you. Maybe I can tell them that too. That we had a fight because you thought I was taking advantage of you. Yes, okay good.” She was mostly babbling to herself now and I was still looking back between her and the ocean. “Okay, what kind of finance do you do?”

  “I run a small hedge fund.”

  “Eh, that’s good, but it isn’t super believable.”

  “It’s what I actually do.” I fished in my wallet for a business card and handed it over to her.

  “What?” She looked between the road and my card. We pulled into the hotel and was thrown back. “Really?”

  “Yes. I didn’t have those made just for this weekend.”

  “Wait, I can’t tell if you are serious or not.”

  “Call the number if you don’t believe me.” I got out and started to unload both of our things. Travis told me that Tom was really nice, but he didn’t seem like the best guy if he broke up with a girlfriend of six years after a car accident. It also seemed so recent to April that I didn’t really understand why Tom would already be engaged. Maybe April really was crazy. I’m sure this weekend would give me a better feel for her personality, whether I wanted it or not.

  I almost had that list she gave me memorized. I knew what to do and what not to do. I could tell that she was the type to be easily agitated, but I have worked with this type before. It seemed so strange coming from someone so young who supposedly had their life in shambles.

  I had actually been to this hotel before on business. It was very nice, and I could tell that not only did she come from money but she was expected to marry into money. The poor woman’s life must have been very foreign and scary for her. I could understand that, even if I never experienced it. I gave her the benefit of the doubt because I thought she was adorable. She was a little curvy and spoke her mind without thinking twice of stepping on someone’s toes. I made a mental list of her quirks. So far I had nail biting and picking at it as well as excessive list making. And inability to dress for an occasion would have to be added also.

  April was an enigma. A lovely type A-anal enigma.

  I’m sure I could win her over. She won me over without trying.

  10

  April

  I could feel adrenaline pumping through me as we pulled in. I wasn’t used to lying to my parents, especially not about something this big. I knew they would expect more details. I wished we had had more time in the car to go over things. Grant was being fairly nice, but I wasn’t ready to spend time with him just yet.

  I put the business card he gave me in my wallet. Maybe later I would check it out, see if it went to his voice message, but for now I had other things to worry about. I worried about my parents. I worried about the hotel. I worried about money. I worried about carrying my luggage up. Before I knew it Grant had tipped the valet and took our suitcases out.

  That was baffling. He had given the boy a seemingly large tip and I wasn’t expecting to see him spend a cent. I guess that is part of the money I gave him. It might as well be going to something good. Grant pushed our luggage inside. I felt like this was over kill but I didn’t mind. If I was going to pay that much for him I was going to make him work for it.

  I could tell he was a little on edge too. I’m sure that even though he posed as a boyfriend for several people, he probably never had to go to a wedding. I don’t think that that was part of his values. Actually, I’m sure that is the exact opposite of his moral values. He didn’t strike me as a hooker at all. That’s probably why he used the word escort. I’m sure it wasn’t all fun, after all he was already hot but still had to order only a salad. He didn’t even get a dressing. I was having a hard enough time and it had only been a few days. I didn’t want to live life in his shoes.

  He opened the door for me as I walked in. I couldn’t tell if he was just a gentleman or if he was laying it on too thick. I decided not to mind it too much. If Tom saw this he would know that this is how I should have been treated. I should have been shown nice things and I should have had chivalry thrown at me like a fish at a farmer’s market.

  This hotel was ritzy and gorgeous, just like I would have expected my wedding’s hotel to be. I could tell now why Grant was dressed nice. I was embarrassed again but tried not to let it eat at me like it used to. I had already noticed a few people looking at me funny and decided that sunglasses were a good idea.

  “Room for April Somerset.” I said. As the front desk person turned around, they greeted Grant with a firm handshake, ignoring me.

  “So nice to have you with us again, Mr. Taylor!”

  “How many times do I have to tell you to call me Grant?” Grant’s smile could light up the whole room. He was incredibly charming, and was apparently nice to all workers, not just people in charge of handling a car.

  “Let us take your luggage up to your room.”

  “That won’t be necessary.” They handed Grant the cards and told him to give the manager of the bar a certain card for free drinks. Grant leaned over and asked me if there was an open bar at the ceremony.

  “I’m not sure.”

  “We might need this after all, then.” He tucked it in his shirt pocket. I felt like a fool in my clothes, but at least I was seen with a high roller. As long as they associated me with him and didn’t compare us, I felt like I would be doing fine.

  “Make sure no one finds out about your little job.”

  “Everyone knows I run a hedge fund.” Grant eyed me as if to keep me from screwing myself over. Maybe he had more experience doing this than I gave him credit for. I was starting to get excited, apart from seeing Tom and his walking stick fiancée. If I could pull this off I could have a nice dirty little secret to take with me home as a souvenir. I had a whole new level of secrecy to swear people to.

  He seemed much smarter than I gave him credit for, and he was incredibly friendly. I was trying to pick at him and find some flaws. It was getting harder and harder. I kept noticing my gaze focusing on his shirt, trying to find the outline of his abs. I can’t get carried away. I can’t sleep with him. This is just business. It isn’t worth the extra cash or the complication. I straightened my shirt out as we rode up the elevator, all our bags in a cart.

  We got to our room on the 8th floor. I was a bit upset as we stepped inside. I forgot to call ahead and ask for a double. There was only one bed in this room, and I didn’t feel comfortable enough to share. I didn’t think that over. That must have been the one detail I over looked. I hoped it was the one detail I overlooked. What else could I be missing? I sat at the edge of the bed and picked at my finger nails.

  “So I made a mistake.”

  “What’s that?”

  “This room.”

  Grant looked around the room and tried to understand what was wrong. “What’s missing from this room?”

  “A second bed. I forgot to call ahead. I’m sorry. We can get a second room. I’m sure I could find a way to charge it to my parents or something.”

  “I don’t think that works with our story. Not unless you have stingy parents.”

  “Oh.”

  “So do you have stingy parents?”

  “No, not really.”

  “So don’t worry about it.”

  He wheeled our clothes in and put my suitcases on the floor. His followed and he began unpacking. I decided that as long as I’m here, I’m going to try to enjoy it. At least this room has a balcony. I could get some peace and qu
iet there. If things got bad enough, I could even jump. Was eight stories enough to kill a person?

  “Aren’t you going to unpack?”

  “What?” I turned back from the balcony to see all his clothes moving from his suitcase on the bed to the top drawer of the dresser. “Oh, no. I don’t unpack at hotels.”

  “Why not?”

  “It just means more packing up. It’s not like I wear everything I pack.”

  He looked at my three suitcases and nodded. “Yeah, I guess that makes sense to me.” He was chuckling as he finished unpacking.

  I don’t know why it was so strange to this man. I’m sure he frequently stayed at hotel rooms with women where no clothes were touched other than the ones that they threw off onto the floor. I didn’t understand him. He didn’t seem like he was judging me, or at least it felt like he didn’t have the grounds to. I hadn’t done any wrong to him. Well, except for lie about a skin condition, but that was it. I turned back to look at the ocean. It did look inviting. Maybe I would come clean, just so I could take a dip in it. It had felt good to be bad, though. I liked the thought of having a naughty weekend. I liked thinking that I was doing something that my parents hated without them knowing. I liked not having the consequences of an escort with all the advantage of a boyfriend. I was going to make this weekend my turning point. This is where I would start living life for me and by my own rules. I would please my parent this last time, and then after this I would give up caring what they thought. I was going to be the April of my internal desires and fantasies who didn’t take no for an answer and stopped letting people walk all over her.

  “So what’s on the agenda? Just stay snug in this hotel room?”

  “No, there will be an informal cocktail tonight. It will be on the terrace, so it should be a great view of the ocean. It’s for all the guests who are flying in tonight.”

  “You mean your parents are purposefully putting you through another day of misery than they need to?”

  “No one ever accused them of being nice.”

  “Yeah, that’s unfortunate.” He changed ties and looked back at me, eyeing my outfit.

  “What are you going to be wearing tonight?”

  “Oh shit. I’m not sure.”

  “Well, we have to match a little. I have some other ties if this one doesn’t match. What dresses do you have?”

  All of them. Travis and I had gone shopping yesterday. I hadn’t lost much weight, but I was starting to get a tighter waist. To celebrate he took me on a bit of a spree, and we bought everything except for the store they were in. I could feel myself beginning to panic. I went back to gnawing on my finger nails. “I don’t know. I don’t know. What colors do you have? What do I wear?”

  “Calm down.” He walk towards me and put his hands on my shoulders. I hate to admit it, but it did help me feel better. “How about you just show me what you’ve brought. That way we can decide together. Maybe it will help your confidence.”

  “Okay, yeah. Maybe you’re right.”

  “You don’t have a rash or anything do you?”

  What a weird question. I was going to rebut but then I remembered the supposed skin condition of mine. “No. I don’t have a rash.”

  “Okay, good. So there shouldn’t be a problem with what you wear.”

  We were able to take out a lot of the dresses and limit it to three. One of them was a nude and black striped dress that had an empire waist and mock neck. It was floor length and probably the one I felt the most comfortable in. Dresses this size were like portable blankets.

  “That’s good, but what else do you have?”

  The next one was a knee length dress that made me feel regal. It was burnt orange and had a boat neckline. It was fairly plain other than the tuxedo paneling on the sides.

  “Okay, what else do we have?”

  This last one was the one I was the most terrified to try on. It was one of those classic “little black dress” dresses. It was slinky and fit me tight without being too snug. The neck was a deep plunge and showed off my newly pushed-up boobs. It was backless and required I wear either lace or nothing as far as underwear went.

  “Gorgeous. This is the dress. I’ll wear this silk tie.”

  “I don’t think I can actually wear this out.”

  Grant stopped sorting through his bag and went to sit next to me. “Why, what’s wrong with it?”

  “It shows off too much.”

  “Are you kidding? This shows off the perfect amount. This dress is sexy while still being classy. This dress is bold. It hugs your curves, and it will drive him crazy. He will stay awake at night wondering why he ever left you. This is the dress that make men fantasize and women jealous.”

  He was right. I should probably wear this dress if I wanted to make him jealous. It looked good on me, like really good. It looked like I hadn’t gained any weight in the first place. If I was going to be the new April, this would be the dress to wear tonight.

  “Are you sure that striped one isn’t better?”

  “That one is gorgeous, but this one is drop-dead gorgeous. Trust me, I’ve seen some beautiful women and this puts them to shame.” I couldn’t tell if he was being nice or genuine. I felt like he was hitting on me. I tried to keep myself from falling for him. It’s hard when someone is cute, nice, handsome, and supposedly very wealthy.

  “Okay. Wear that tie. I’m going to do my hair and makeup.” I put on a smoky eye and curled my hair back. This was the most I could do without needing a crew to help. I stepped back out of the bathroom, make up done, hair done, and dress on. I saw his eyes. His draw literally dropped. He was being so sweet. He did one of those slow spreading smiles and I could feel my confidence slowly growing back.

  “They say you aren’t supposed to wear white to a wedding, but they never warned me about black.”

  “I can’t speak right now, you’re so gorgeous. How did I get this lucky? How did you need a date?” He did a cheesy wolf whistle and made me laugh. I was blushing a lot. I could just say it was my makeup. The little nagging voice in my head reminded me it wasn’t real, no matter how good it felt. I wanted it to be. I want to feel this good forever.

  11

  Grant

  Of all the people in the world to need my service, she was without a doubt the most room stopping. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. It was going to be impossible to come up with an excuse for staring at her this time. Her soft brown hair was swept neatly to the side and curled, and her eyes could melt even the coldest mountain. I could feel myself swooning a bit. I had to stop.

  She loved the attention. I saw her blush and become happy. I didn’t know how a woman this gorgeous got to be so self conscious. If she weren’t a client I would kiss her right now and try to keep her from leaving the room the whole night. If she was a car, I was a deer standing in the headlights.

  “Close your mouth, you’re leaking drool.” She giggled. I loved her giggle. She had a soft sweet laugh. I was becoming more and more excited to spend this weekend with her.

  “You look ravishing. You look enchanting.” I remembered why we were here. “You’re going to knock him off of his feet.” I tightened my tie and offered her my arm. “Shall we go down?”

  “We shall.” She took my elbow.

  As I walked her to the elevator I could feel my body telling me that this woman was different from the rest. It wasn’t just age difference anymore, and it wasn’t the fact that she was adorable. There was something about the way she was peculiar that I loved. Maybe she would continue to see me after this weekend. I’m sure I could put her dead-beat ex to shame. He was going to rue the day he split up with her. This whole wedding was going to be asking “what happened between you and April” to him. He would have nothing to say other than “I’ve made a huge mistake.”

  I could tell she felt good. At first she was hiding when she put this one, but once she got into her high heels and make up, she was beginning to see what I saw.

  “So I’m going to m
eet your mother and father tonight?”

  “Yes. Hopefully you won’t have to do too much talking. They have a lot of nagging at me to do anyway.”

  “Right. Okay. So we met at a bar and you were wearing this dress.”

  “We didn’t agree to that.”

  “Let me fantasize.” I felt like I was making her uncomfortable with my bluntness. I wanted her to feel beautiful, but I didn’t want to be off putting.

  “Save it for when there are people around.”

  “You’re a person too, April.” Maybe I should have waited to shmooze. I didn’t want to come off as a horny escort, even if that is what I was. I just wanted to make sure my client had a good time, and if we had a little more fun than the contract required then it was all for the better. The elevator opened and we went into the terrace.

  “Okay, here we go.” She said, squeezing the handle tight. We entered the room, and just as I thought it would happen, everyone was stunned. It could have been shock about seeing the ex-fiancee, but I knew better. It was seeing someone like this in person. It was intoxicating. “Oh no, here comes my mom.”

  Just then a pompous looking woman came our way. She seemed as stuck up as I had been warned. I had a way of dealing with these women. Several of my clients are this type exactly. She squeezed April around the shoulders, avoiding messing up her makeup or hair. “Hello, darling. Who might this handsome gentleman be?”

  I held out my hand and greeted her. “Grant Taylor. It’s a pleasure to meet you. Where is Mr. Somerset?” April looked over at me and gave me a playful nudge that warned me to cool it.

  “I had no idea that you would be coming with my daughter. Tell me more about you.”

  “Sure. Let’s get a drink first. Can I get you ladies a martini?”

  “You know me so well.” Her mom joked. April motioned to get two. As I walked to the bar I overheard her mom saying “Did you sell your soul for that one?” She didn’t know how close she was.