Bidding War

by Julia P. Lynde

  Bidding War

  by Julia P. Lynde

  Table of Contents

  Dinner Out

  Game Face

  Making Sam Grovel

  Truffles

  Dancing

  Adventure

  Medical Emergency

  Bonnie

  North Shore

  Dinner In

  Morning After

  Panic

  Surprise

  About the Author

  Dinner Out"I'll have the salmon," I told the waiter. "And a garden salad." I finished making my order. He collected orders from Bonnie, Sam, and Suzanne then promised to be back with breadsticks. Sam was short for Samantha, and she was my best friend. When we'd first met, she had been so full of angst, but then she and Suzanne had met. It had been love at first sight. But tonight, she looked worn out and haggard.

  "What's going on?" I asked her. "You looked wiped out."

  "It's this auction," she said. She looked at Suzanna with a small glare. "When I volunteered to run it, I thought it would be easy, but I am having a devil of a time finding. Um."

  "Prizes?" Bonnie suggested?

  "Yeah," Sam said. "Prizes."

  "What auction?" I asked.

  "For the benefit event I'm running," Suzanne said. "Every year we host a benefit gala. We take suggestions in January and select a charity. Then we have our big gala in April. This year's charity organization is the Wishes For Kids foundation."

  "Oh, that's a great charity!" I said. "I don't have any money to give you, but I'd help."

  "It's next Saturday," Suzanne said. "We have everything organized, except the auction is the main event."

  "And several of the people who offered to donate their-"

  "Prizes," offered Bonnie.

  Sam continued. "Their prizes have backed out. Now I'm short and running out of time. I need firm commitments by this Friday so we can finish publicizing and get everything to the printer."

  "Oh," I said. "I don't have anything anyone would want."

  Bonnie smiled at me, a smile that suggested a lot more than I realized at the time. She had a lovely smile, and she was always trying to flirt with me. I was the only straight woman at the table and had gotten quite expert at deflecting her attention.

  "Pamela," Bonnie said. "You have exactly what your best friend, Sam needs, but you're too chicken to offer it."

  "No she doesn't," Sam said to Bonnie before turning to me. "Don't let her tease you."

  "No," I said. "I'd love to help. If I can help, put me down."

  "You don't understand, Pamela," Sam told me. "It's a bachelor auction."

  "And last time I checked," Bonnie said. "You were single. You wouldn't be if you would just loosen up a little." She offered me a leer.

  "Knock it off," Sam told her.

  "Bachelor auction?" I asked.

  "Yes," said Sam. "We want an even dozen people to auction. Six men, six women. I have the six men but only five women. I need one more, and she needs to be single. Don't worry, I'll find her."

  I stared at her. "You're selling people?"

  "Don't look at me like that!" she said. "It's just for a date. No sex involved, but it's implied you'll treat it like a proper date and allow a good night kiss at the end. No one expects more than that."

  "She wouldn't do it," Bonnie said. "Even to help her best friend."

  "Shut up, Bonnie," Sam said. "I'll find someone."

  "How does it work?" I asked.

  "I'll find someone," Sam said again.

  I looked at her and was a little offended. What was wrong with me? "I suppose you want people more elegant than I am." I said. "It's all right."

  "I'm doing it," Bonnie said. "I was the first on the list."

  "Um. But you're gay," I said. "Won't that be a problem?"

  "No, it's not a problem," said Sam. "Pamela, you wouldn't like it."

  "It's for charity, and a good charity at that," I said. "Tell me how it works."

  Bonnie answered for Sam. "It's actually a fancy event. I'll be wearing a tuxedo. You could wear an evening gown. Pamela, you would be a real hit. There's a cocktail party, and you are supposed to mingle so the bidders get a chance to check out the merchandise. Then there's an auction. After that, dinner. You spend the evening with whomever won you in the auction and you arrange a date."

  "What if the guy is a real jerk?"

  "That absolutely isn't a problem," Bonnie said with some sort of knowing grin. "You should do it, Pamela."

  I turned to Sam. "I insist. I'd love to help."

  "Pamela-"

  "Wouldn't I be up to standards?" I looked at Bonnie. She was an attractive woman, and she could look really good when she wanted to. She was tall for a woman, five-seven, with long blonde hair and a figure she worked hard to keep. I know, I'd seen it enough times in the locker room. She and I were workout buddies. We were both in our low thirties, an age where keeping fit is still easy, but we both knew it wasn't going to get easier. I was short, only five-three, with my own long, black hair. Bonnie's face was angular while mine was round, but cute. At the gym, Bonnie turned the guys' heads, but I turned my share of heads, too. If she was up to the standards for the event, I was too.

  "She wants to help," Bonnie said. "Let her help." She leered. "I'll bid on her if no one else does."

  "You can't bid," Pamela said. "You're being bid on."

  "Then Suzanne can be my proxy," Bonnie said. "Two hundred dollars. It's all I can afford."

  "You'd pay two hundred dollars for a date with me?" I asked her. I turned to Pamela. "I'd have to let her kiss me goodnight?"

  "Yes, I would," Bonnie said. "And yes, you would."

  Throughout all this, Suzanne hadn't said a word. Finally she spoke up. "If you do this, Pamela, you can't back out. I did it three years ago, and it was intimidating." She paused. "But you wouldn't have to worry about kissing Bonnie. I guarantee you would go for a lot more than two hundred dollars."

  "Shut up, both of you," Sam said. "She's not doing it."

  "Wishes For Kids Foundation?" I asked?

  Suzanne nodded. "They don't know, not officially, but they've probably heard unofficially. We don't give official notice to the charity involved until afterwards.

  That seemed odd, but I didn't know much about how these things worked. "Do you want me to do it?"

  "No," Sam said.

  "You're not going to find anyone else, Sam," said Suzanna. "And she'd be a hit."

  "No," Sam said. She looked right at me. "You're not doing it. I'll find someone."

  "Sign me up," I said. "It'll be fun."

  "Yes!" said Bonnie.

  "Thank you," said Suzanne.

  "This is a mistake," said Sam. "They aren't telling you everything."

  "Shut up," Bonnie said. "She'll be fabulous." She paused. "It'll be fun," she promised me.

  I looked at Sam. "What's the worst that would happen?" I said. "Suzanne buys me for Bonnie. Wishes For Kids gets two hundred dollars. Bonnie buys me dinner and I have to kiss her goodnight. It's one kiss." I looked at Bonnie. "No tongue."

  Bonnie laughed. "We'll see."

  Sam continued shaking her head, but I gave her The Look, and she shut up.

  I should have asked for more information.

  * * *

  That evening, I went through my closet, deciding what I would wear. Sam had assured me no one would expect me to put out, but it was clear I would want to look my best. Not only did I want to net the best donation I could for the foundation, but I definitely didn't want to go for an embarrassingly low price.

  I had never done anything like this before, and I wasn't quite sure what possessed me. I'm not sure I would have insisted on helping if Bonnie weren't going to be there, too.

  Bonnie tease
d me a lot, but she was a good person, and I trusted her almost as much as I trusted Sam. If Sam was running it, I felt safe.

  I decided I wasn't happy with my available choices. Bonnie said she was going to be in a tuxedo. I contemplated a little black dress but decided I wanted something more upscale than that. The other choices in my closet had been bridesmaid dresses, and they looked like bridesmaid dresses.

  It was time to shop, and if I were going shopping, I wanted the queen of fashion to attend. I picked up my phone.

  "Mom?"

  * * *

  After work the next evening, Mom picked me up at home and took me to dinner. The plan was dinner then shopping. It was good to see her. Between her schedule and mine, we hadn't gotten together since Christmas.

  "Tell me about that nice boy you were dating," she said.

  "We broke up, Mom."

  "Oh, I'm sorry," she said, reaching across the table with a well-manicured hand to pat mine.

  "It's fine, Mom. It was right after New Year's, and it was my choice. I just wasn't into him. He wanted to get serious, and it wasn't fair to string him along if I wasn't interested in marrying him."

  "You did the right thing, then," she said. "Did you let him down easy?"

  "As easily as I could," I said. "Brian was disappointed, but he knew I was right. He's already seeing someone else."

  She nodded. "And how about you. Anyone on the horizon?"

  I shrugged. "Not right now." I sighed. "Please don't tell me I'm not getting any younger. I promise to make grandchildren for you before I'm forty if I have to sleep with some random bum off the street."

  She pursed her lips. "Honey."

  "Mom, it was a joke."

  "You shouldn't joke like that," she said. "Tell me about this event."

  "I actually don't know that much," I said. "Suzanne is the hostess, but it looked like Sam was more burnt out. There were some late minute cancellations, and she's never helped run something like this before. There's a cocktail party before the auction and dinner after. All the guests are paying to be there, but I get to attend for free." I paused. "Should I be self-conscious? I'm letting them auction me off like it's a slave block."

  Mom smiled. "No. I think this is very generous of you, but make sure you protect yourself. I'm proud of you, honey. You are helping your friend and helping charity at the same time."

  I told her what else I knew, and we talked about other things after that.

  It may be weird, but shopping with Mom was always fun. She herself was very fashionable, but she understood I wouldn't want to look like a younger version of herself. Instead, she was very good at figuring out what I wanted and helping me find it. We always had fun together.

  I told her I wanted to look elegant, but that whatever we bought had to be something I'd wear for other events as well. Plus I had to be able to afford it.

  "And we want to show off your best features," she said. "Elegant and alluring."

  "But not slutty."

  "Of course not." She sniffed at the suggestion.

  We shopped until the stores were threatening to close, then Mom took me by the hand to the second store we had visited. "The deep purple one," she said. "It's perfect."

  "I loved it, Mom, but it was too expensive."

  "Consider it my donation to Wishes For Kids," she told me.

  "Mom-"

  "I insist. You looked absolutely stunning in it. It's the right dress."

  "It will cost more than I'm going to make."

  "I think you're wrong," she said. "And you'll just have to find more opportunities to wear it."

  I thought about it. "It was stunning. But Mom, I didn't bring you to buy a dress for me. I brought you because I wanted your advice."

  "Honey," she said. "I know that. And if we hadn't seen the purple one, you'd be getting that black one, which you can afford yourself. But this is the better dress, and it's the one you're getting."

  And with that, the decision was made.

  It was a stunning dress. It fell to just below my knee in an asymmetric hemline, which I loved. The neckline plunged in front, showing some cleavage, but not outrageously so, and there were laces across the back. If I were to dance in it, my date could place his fingers on my back and feel my bare skin through the laces. I loved it.

  Mom also bought the rest of the accouterments I would need. Shoes, stockings, and even matching nail polish and lipstick. I don't usually match my lipstick to my clothes, but Mom told me if I were doing this, I should go all out.

  "Honey," she said. "You are going to look stunning. You will fetch a good price on the auction block." She was grinning while teasing me. "I'm so proud of you."

  * * *

  A week later was the day of the big event. A local limousine service had donated rides for the volunteer bachelors and bachelorettes. The cocktail party began early at 5:30. There would be a silent auction for donated items and socializing for the volunteer dates with the guests. The auction for us was to start at 7:30 with dinner immediately after. There would be dancing after dinner. I was free to leave any time after 11.

  Mom came over in the afternoon and helped me get ready. I showered and she did my makeup and hair for me. Then she helped me into the dress. She didn't let me look at myself until she was done. But I trusted her.

  Finally, with only minutes before the limousine was due, she pulled me to the full length mirror on the back of my door in my bedroom.

  I looked amazing. I stared, stunned, looking back and forth in front of the mirror. I turned to Mom, speechless.

  She was beaming at me. "Definitely all grown up," she said. "Hold your head high tonight, Pamela."

  I looked back at my reflection. "Thank you, Mom."

  "Call me tomorrow and tell me all about it," she said.

  Five minutes later, there was a knock at the door. Mom answered for me, admitting a stunning looking black man. I knew immediately he was gay.

  He started flirting with mom. "I am Bernard," he told her. "Oh, you are going to fetch a pretty penny tonight."

  "It's nice to meet you, Bernard, but we both know that no one is interested in a woman my age. My daughter, on the other hand." Mom turned to me.

  Bernard looked me up and down. "You must be Pamela. Sam told me to take special care of you."

  "Are you the limo driver?" I asked.

  "No, honey," he said. "I am your attendant. If you want something, you ask me, and I fetch it for you. If you are ready, your chariot awaits." He said this with a flourish. In spite of the corny line he managed to say it with a straight face and a twinkle in his eye.

  I decided I liked him.

  Mom settled a purple pashmina about my shoulders and told Bernard, "You will take care of that for her, then? It ruins the lines of the dress, but she'll need it later."

  "Don't you worry, Mrs. Henderson. I'll take good care of your daughter."

  "I'm sure you will, Bernard."

  With that, he offered me an arm. Mom stepped out of the house first, and I locked up after her before allowing Bernard to escort me to the car. He handed me into the car, climbing in after me.

  We started rolling, and Bernard and I looked at each other. "I can offer you liquid refreshments," he said. "But I will warn you. Part of my job is to manage your liquid for you."

  I laughed. "You won't need to worry about that. I'd like a diet soda, Bernard, if one is available. Later, a glass of wine might be nice, but not more than one."

  He smiled. "Let me rephrase that. Part of my job is to make sure you find enough liquid courage, but not too much." But he poured me a diet soda from a supply in a mini fridge built into the limo. I thanked him and asked about the evening.

  "Until the auction starts, you should mingle," he said. "It is my responsibility to make sure you do. I'll keep you moving so no one can monopolize your time. In the past, we didn't do it this way, and we found that some of the guests were quite good at cornering the volunteers, and that just won't do."

  "So I smile
and nod and go where you tell me to go?"

  He laughed. "Yes, honey." He patted my hand. "That's it exactly. You just let Bernard handle everything. You smile and look stunning." He looked me up and down again. "And I will say, you are doing that part exceedingly well."

  I smiled, suddenly shy. "Thank you," I said.

  We spent the rest of the ride with Bernard trying to put me at ease. I wasn't at all nervous. I had a guaranteed bid of two hundred dollars from Bonnie, after all. At least I'd net that much. Finally I told him that.

  "Oh honey," he said. "You won't go for under a thousand dollars."

  I stared at him. "Someone would pay a thousand dollars for a date with me?"

  "It's for charity," he said. "And you won't go that cheaply."

  My mind boggled at the suggestion. I thought perhaps he was trying to build my confidence, so I let it go. We talked about the other aspects of the evening.

  At no point did I ask the questions I should have asked.

  * * *

  Promptly at 5:30, we pulled up in front of the Minneapolis Convention Center. The convention center is a huge structure on the edge of downtown. Our event was occupying two of the many convention rooms in the center. There was one large room to be used for the cocktail party, and dinner was a catered event in the room next door.

  Bernard stepped out, drawing me after him. He offered my hand, and I took it, looking around.

  It was fun being on Bernard's arm. He was immaculately dressed and a complete gentleman. He was also funny and extremely solicitous. I felt completely safe with him looking out for me. We took a few steps and I pulled him to a stop. "Thank you," I said. "I was a little nervous I guess, like a lamb being led to the slaughter. Will you stay with me the entire evening?"

  "The first half, until the auction. After that, you'll spend the remainder of the evening with your date."

  I nodded. "That's all right," I said. "The ice should be broken by then." I paused. "I hope I'm not a disappointment."

  He laughed before he realized I was serious. He patted my hand soothingly and pulled me into the building.

  Bernard led me through the convention center, soon taking us off the beaten path. "We'll go in the back way," he said. "Sam is waiting for us. She may have some last minute instructions for you." We took several turns before arriving at a door being guarded by a couple.