"Tonight, I'm auctioning off the rights to one night in my darling Harley."

You freeze, not expecting such a bold announcement. "Wait, what?"

Tyson wraps an arm around your waist; his touch is possessive. "Don't worry, baby. It'll be worth it."

James grins, his gaze traveling up and down your body. "Hell yeah, count me in."

Mike nods, his expression thoughtful. "I think we can work something out. Let's talk business."

John steps forward, his hand cupping your chin. His fingers are warm against your skin, and you can't help but shiver. His words are cutting into you. "One night, huh? I'll give you five grand."

"Five grand! Fuck that, I'll give you eight," James challenges.

"Ten," Mike counters.

Tyson smirks. "See, baby? I told you they'd want you. And that's just the starting price. Boys. Later tonight. You can get all access to my beautiful woman."

Your stomach flips, and you're not sure whether to be flattered or horrified. You look at the men, their expressions ranging from hunger to amusement. They're ready to put their money where their mouths are.

You sit quietly, sipping your drink, and trying not to think about what the winner will do to you. Tyson sits beside you, his arm wrapped around your shoulders.