HE GAVE HIS MISTRESS MY PADDLE. HE FORGOT THE AUCTION HOUSE BELONGED TO ME

room found me.

I stood.

“As controlling beneficiary, I withdraw Lot Twelve from sale.”

The auctioneer closed the folder.

“Lot Twelve is withdrawn.”

For several seconds, the room held its breath.

Julian was the first to move.

He stood so quickly his chair struck the floor.

Sloane looked from him to me.

“Why would you list it if you never intended to sell?”

I continue reading …