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When the hot older man is on stage at a charity reverse auction in Vegas... Her eyes locked on me. A smirk ticks in the corners of my mouth and the girl’s gaze jerks away, like a broken trance, and she blushes fiercely. Between the pink of her cheeks, her dress and her hair, the woman is straight fire. And I’ve decided the room is too hot for these clothes… The music picks up and the room erupts as I undo the button I was working on. Then the next one down. And the next. The woman’s eyes, slowly trace back over to me and I watch her as she watches me undo my shirt completely, revealing the fact that I may be a man over forty, but I take care of my body. All eight abs of it. Paddles are flying up and the bids rise in their wake. But I don’t care about that right now. Because I am only doing this for her. No one else is in the room as far as I am concerned. I shrug out of the shirt and tuck it in the back pocket of my slacks so it’s hanging out like a bar towel. Then I strut to one side of the stage. The women are losing their goddamn minds and I’m hearing all kinds of words, everything from Daddy to Silver Fox. Who knew that was actually a thing? I look off to the side and see the other guys waiting behind the curtain, shifting in their shoes, ruffling their hair. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say they were intimidated. And they should be. I’ve got years on these kids. I glance with only my eyes back at Noah who is cracking up. Maybe I won’t punch him after all. Who knew that a couple shots of bourbon and a few catcalls was just what I needed to leave the office behind for all of 7 minutes? After depriving her of my attention momentarily, I look back at the red head who is now smiling. It’s a small smile, neither greedy nor desperate. Amused? I don’t hate that. My tie is still undone and draped over my neck. Slowly, I reach up and grab it with one hand. I tug gently, snaking it down my abs before whipping it free. Then, and don’t ask me why I know how to do this, I wrap it around my fists and jerk it tight between my two hands and snap it tight. The women lose it, including the blonde and the rest of the girls at the table. But not my girl… She bites her bottom lip with the tease of a smirk and shakes her head discreetly before looking to the side. But it’s not disinterest. It’s a game. A dance. And tango is my specialty. With the tie still wrapped around one of my wrists, I saunter in the opposite direction, feeding the crowd on that side of the room with a quarter of a lazy grin, a couple slow turns, a flex, a wink here and there. Then I make my way back to the center. I roll my neck, my shoulders squared. I run my hands through my dark hair, flecked with the aforementioned silver. I shake it out and lock my eyes on her again. Meanwhile the bids are soaring. “Four hundred. Do I hear four twenty-five? Four twenty-five! Any one for four fifty? We have four fifty! Five?? Come on ladies, look at this man. He’s a gentleman if I ever saw one. But if I had to guess, he’s not so tame in the sheets…” I couldn’t care less what’s going on. I’m only interested in her. Slowly, I unwrap the tie from my forearm. Girls scream, waving their hands in greedy ‘gimme!’ motions. But my eyes zero in on her, my sights lock. Then, with a grin on my lips, I drag my tongue over my teeth and sling shot the tie in her direction. It lands on the floor at her feet and like a loose ball at a football game, there is a literal pile of women grappling over it. The red head stands up and steps back and I almost leap off the stage to protect her from the mob of rabid girls. But her ass bumps the table– by the way her ass looks unreal in the bunching of that dress– and it knocks over a drink. I stand on the stage, watching in what feels like slow motion, as the three second domino effect takes place. She reaches for her clutch with one hand to save it from the surge of cranberry and vodka. Then grabs her paddle. As she swings it through the air, the announcer calls out. “Five hundred! Sold to the lady in red!” Oh crap. If you love dominant silver foxes, off-limits heat, and spicy twists you won’t see coming—Accidentally Hitched is your next book obsession. ❤️ Read Accidentally Hitched: A Silver Fox Boss Romance. Free with Kindle Unlimited. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0FLFC3NBT