Fifty Shades Trilogy 02 - Fifty Shades Darker

matching mask. Two young men step forward expectantly. Lucky Jada.
    “Jada speaks fluent Japanese, is a qualified fighter pilot, and an Olympic gymnast . . . hmm.” The MC winks. “Gentleman, what am I bid?”
    Jada gapes, astounded at the MC; obviously, he’s talking complete garbage. She grins shyly back at the two contenders.
    “A thousand bucks!” one calls.
    Very quickly the bidding escalates to five thousand dollars.
    “Going once . . . going twice . . . sold!” the MC declares loudly, “to the gentleman in the mask!” And of course all the men are wearing masks so there are hoots of laughter, applause, and cheering. Jada beams at her purchaser and quickly exits the stage.
    “See? This is fun!” whispers Mia. “I hope Christian wins you, though . . . We don’t want a brawl,” she adds.
    “Brawl?” I answer horrified.
    “Oh yes. He was very hot-headed when he was younger.” She shudders.
    Christian brawling? Refined, sophisticated, likes-Tudor-choral-music Christian? I can’t see it. The MC distracts me with his next introduction—a young woman in red, with long jet-black hair.
    “Gentlemen, may I present the wonderful Mariah. What are we going to do about Mariah? She’s an experienced matador, plays the cello to concert standard, and she’s a champion pole-vaulter . . . how about that, gentlemen? What am I bid, please, for a dance with the delightful Mariah?”
    Mariah glares at the MC and someone yells, very loudly, “Three thousand dollars!” It’s a masked man with blond hair and beard.
    There is one counter-bid, but Mariah sells for four thousand dollars.
    Christian is watching me like a hawk. Brawler Trevelyan-Grey—who would have known?
    “How long ago?” I ask Mia.
    She glances at me, nonplussed.
    “How long ago was Christian brawling?”
    “Early teens. Drove my parents crazy, coming home with cut lips and black eyes. He was expelled from two schools. He inflicted some serious damage on his opponents.”
    I gape at her.
    “Hasn’t he told you?” She sighs. “He got quite a bad rep among my friends. He was really persona non grata for a few years. But it stopped when he was about fifteen or sixteen.” She shrugs.
    Holy fuck. Another piece of the jigsaw falls into place.
    “So, what am I bid for the gorgeous Jill?”
    “Four thousand dollars,” a deep voice calls from the left side. Jill squeals in delight.
    I stop paying attention to the auction. So Christian was in that kind of trouble at school, fighting. I wonder why. I stare at him. Lily is watching us closely.
    “And now, allow me to introduce the beautiful Ana.”  
    Oh shit, that’s me . I glance nervously at Mia, and she shoos me center stage. Fortunately, I don’t fall over, but stand embarrassed as hell on display for everyone. When I look at Christian, he’s smirking at me. The bastard.
    “Beautiful Ana plays six musical instruments, speaks fluent Mandarin, and is keen on yoga . . . well, gentlemen—” Before he can even finish his sentence Christian interrupts him, glaring at the MC through his mask.
    “Ten thousand dollars.” I hear Lily’s gasp of disbelief behind me.
    Oh fuck.
    “Fifteen.”
    What? We all turn as one to a tall, impeccably dressed man standing to the left of the stage. I blink at Fifty. Shit, what will he make of this? But he’s scratching his chin and giving the stranger an ironic smile. It’s obvious Christian knows him. The stranger nods politely at Christian.
    “Well, gentlemen! We have high rollers in the house this evening.” The MC’s excitement emanates through his harlequin mask as he turns to beam at Christian. This is a great show, but it’s at my expense. I want to wail.
    “Twenty,” counters Christian quietly.
    The babble of the crowd has died. Everyone is staring at me, Christian, and Mr. Mysterious by the stage.
    “Twenty-five,” the stranger says.
    Could this be any more embarrassing?
    Christian stares at him impassively, but he’s amused. All eyes are on Christian. What’s he going to do? My heart is in my mouth. I feel sick.
    “One hundred thousand dollars,” he says his voice ringing clear and loud through the marquee.
    “What the fuck?” Lily hisses audibly behind me, and a general gasp of dismay and amusement ripples through the crowd. The stranger holds his hands up in defeat, laughing, and Christian smirks at him. From the corner of my eye, I can see Mia bouncing up and down with glee. My subconscious is gazing at