NINE
You have less than ten minutes to call me, you rat bastard, Flavia thought, eyeing the auction countdown timer. Now, less than nine.
Her phone sat on the desk beside her, tempting her to pick it up and call James so she could tell him how much other men thought she was worth. The online news sites had been calling her the Million Dollar Girl for a week now, since the bidding hit seven figures. It hadn't stopped there, though there'd been no new bids in the last two days. Social media had worse names for her, but they didn't know her real name, so it didn't matter. The red numbers stood out against the stark, white background, telling the world she was worth a fortune to...someone.
But not James.
They'd been so perfect for each other. Since forever. He'd been her first crush, her
