DAPHNE

I stand in the lobby, my head completely spinning by the highs and lows this man has put me through tonight.

How does he go from being so dismissive toward me like I’m merely an inconvenience in his life to looking at me the way he did when I was on his lap? I giggle to myself remembering his “issue” when I was trying to put my shoe back on. As embarrassed as I was at the moment, it’s nothing compared to standing there with a raging hard-on in public.

“Good, he deserves it,” I decide, spinning on my heel to head back into the auction and start cleaning...