Chapter Eleven

I have to pass through the bedroom in order to reach the sitting area. I purposely divert my gaze from the enormous bed, having no need to spark my memory of being chained to the posts. Though, to be honest, there’s no prudish vibe ribboning through me. I did what I did, and it’s done.

Yes, there’s a tinge of shame that hovers around the fringes of my morality, but having just confessed to Jameson why I resorted to the auction and how desperately I need the money, I allow myself a reprieve from my questionable ethics. The only thing pertinent for me to focus on is completing this incredibly unanticipated and highly naughty experience, paying off the loan and moving on with my life.

Granted, “moving on” will likely require me to find a new job. Luckily, the amount I scored this evening provides an additional safety net while I search for my next place of employment.

Interestingly, this is where I get tripped up.

I’m not so wrapped around the axle regarding what I just participated in a