Yes, you volunteer.

"That's terrible." Without thinking you reach out and gently touch his forearm. His biceps are even more massive and rock hard then you imagined. "Maybe I could help?" You throw all caution to the wind letting your arousal lead you on. "I work for the State General Assembly and do a ton of public speaking, I could emcee if you want?" When he hesitates you add, "And in college I did some spoke's model work."

It's all a white lie. Though you do work for the General Assembly, it's as a Reference Librarian at the Legislative Library, and your public speaking duties are few and far between. As for being a spoke's model; you did it once, for a public access TV commercial your uncle made for his used car dealership.

"Well you seem to have the attitude and certainly have a pretty voice and the looks. Besides, I'm ****." You grin far too much, pleased by his compliments. "How can I say no. Miss . . .?"

"Amy, Amy Summers" You shake his hand, trying not to gasp, at his powerful grip, and the coarseness of his rough blue collar hands.

"Thank you, Amy. I'm Conner." He nods, "You know any attractive men that would be willing to donate a date?" He half jokes.

Acting like a stupid gushing school girl, throwing herself at the star quarterback, you can't help but want to make a positive impression. "You could make it a Jack and Jill auction?" You speak without much thought, "There are a lot of guys in the hall downstairs."

"Ha." He gives a disbelieving laugh, "Well, do you know any attractive women who would sell themselves off to that mob?"

"I could auction myself off." The idea itself, even when spoke from your own mouth, sounds incredibly offensive, and yet also intensely erotic. "It would be a good stunt as the emcee."

The fireman, with the pagan god like body, gives you a double look. "You would really do that for the hospital?"

"Yeah, why not, you look like you could really use the help and its for a good cause." You take a deep breath, deciding to go for broke. "There is one thing, however. There is a price for my services."

"Oh." He looks you over and fortunately gives a playful smile, understanding the witty banter of your cheesy line. "And what would that be?"

"Since I am emceeing, I can't bid, and there was one guy I was interested in. Any chance I could buy a date with him before hand?"

"And who did you have in mind?" His eyebrow raising in a sexy fashion, as he answers, clearly enjoying the verbal foreplay.

Opening up the pamphlet, you hold it up and point to the bare-chested picture of the man standing before you. "Him. I would like to buy him."

"I think that can be arranged." Conner smiles.