Tuesday, June 10, 2008

The Bachelor Auction Part VIII

“Well, umm…good luck with that, sweetie,” Candy cooed, her wide smile about as heartwarming as a barracuda’s bared teeth. “I’m sure you’ll really have to shell out for that one.” She leaned in close, and in a conspiratorial stage whisper that was doubtless heard across half the town, confided, “Good thing Carlo left me set for life.” She patted her enormous Luis Vuitton purse. “I’m sure David’s going to cost me a fortune. But as you and I both know…he’s well worth it.”

I caught David’s wince out of the corner of my eye, and felt a moment of hope that enormous hair, leopard print halters and painted-on jeans weren’t really his thing these days. He opened his mouth to say something, those honey-colored eyes fixed on me, but Candy was having none of it.

“How’ve you…”

“Oh David, look! It’s Wendy Marstellars and Lauri Gruber! You just have to show them your sexy Fantasy Man getup!” With a final venomous smile, Carly hooked her claws into David once again and dragged him off. I sighed as I watched them make their way towards Wendy and Lauri, who, to their credit, were watching Candy’s approach with naked horror. David followed sheepishly. I shook my head, watching his still adorable, yet retreating, backside. Had he always been this wimpy?

I felt Calvin come up beside me, watching them go.

“Apparently they didn’t offer brain implants at the place she got everything else done.” His voice, deep and smooth, was so unlike the pitchy pubescent tones of our youth that I had to remind myself it was shrimpy, nerdy Calvin I was talking to.

“Yeah, well, from the looks of things they would have overcompensated and her head would now be the size of a beach ball,” I laughed, turning to look at him. Look up at him, that was. Since when had Calvin gotten to be over six feet tall? Come to think of it, when was the last time I’d really looked at Calvin, period? His blue eyes were still cool when they gazed down at me from beneath those bizarre Vulcan eyebrows he had going on. Still, I couldn’t help but notice that beneath the weird stage makeup, something very strange had happened to the kid who had once been stuffed into his locker on a regular basis for wearing a Star Trek communicator pin. And my mouth, as always, kicked into gear before I thought better of it.

“You know, if you ditched the Spock brows, you’d actually be kind of hot.”

Kendra Leigh Castle


  1. It took me several tries, Kendra, but I finally got this thing to post. That was really weird!

    I love what you did with it! GO CALVIN!!!!!

  2. Love this Kendra: “Apparently they didn’t offer brain implants at the place she got everything else done.”

    Awesome developments. Calvin is HOT. Who knew?

  3. LOVE IT!

    David has wimped out and Calvin has gone all snarky as well as HAWT!

    Marie, I second the LOL on the brain implants! Also totally sympathize with poor Calvin getting stuffed into his locker. Let's hear it for the late bloomers!

    P.S. If you have the chance, please hop over to Wickedly Romantic www.wickedlyromantic.com and check out my post and brief excerpt about The Sight.

  4. I forsee a major catfight once the auction finally gets under way :)

  5. And the story gets hotter! Can't imagine what'll be happening when it winds its way back to me . . .


  6. ROFLMAO - would you believe I've always had a thing for Spock? I mourned for months after ST II... Calvin sound spoonable yummy. But so does David, except the whole grown some balls, man! thing :)

    Love the way it's going!!