?Would you mind stepping back for a moment so I could get her picture?? the photographer
asked the stylist。
?And could you autograph this Polaroid for my collection;
Serena?? a tiny leather…pants…wearing older man with a white
buzz cut asked。
?Me too!? another voice chimed in。
Serena hitched up the baby blue hip…hugging Les Best jeans she?d acquired pliments of the
house and pointed to the I LOVEAARONlogo emblazoned on the front of her shirt as she grinned
cheesily for the camera。
?I bet if you held an auction for that shirt right now; you could sell it for a thousand dollars;? the
photographer quipped as he snapped away。 ?But of course you?d never part with it。?
Serena took another puff on her cigarette as the group around her waited for her to respond。 The
T…shirt was cute; but it was really just a spur of the moment thing she?d done because she?d
thought Aaron would think it was funny and to make it up to him for appearing in a fashion show
on a Friday night;their night。 She was a spur…of…the…moment kind of gal; which was exactly why
this auction idea sounded so appealing。 She could give the money to a good cause like Little
Hearts; that children?s charity the Valentine?s Day ball money was supposed to go to。
?Let?s do it;? she giggled giddily。
The group of admirers whooped with delight and followed her over to the bar like adoring little
mice following the Pied Piper。
?Who wants to buy a T…shirt?? Serena crowed; jumping up on top of the bar; and parading up and
down like she was on the runway again。
Of course only someone as gorgeous as she was could actually get away with this。
The DJ joined in the fun; putting on Madonna?s old classic; ?Vogue;? and turning the volume all
the way up。 Serena shook her booty and stuck out her chest?it was all in good fun?as every pair of
eyes in the club tuned in to watch。
?Five hundred dollars!? someone shouted。
?Anyone else?? Serena taunted the dazzled crowd。 ?It?s for a good cause。?
?Seven hundred!?
?Eight!?
Serena stopped dancing; rolled her eyes and whipped her cigarettes out of her pocket; as if to
say; ?Your stinginess bores me。? The crowd laughed and fifteen or so lighters were offered her
way。 She bent down to grab a light from a lucky dude wearing a fur vest; and then pranced away
again; shaking her hips to the music and puffing away as she waited for the bidding to go up。
?A thousand dollars!? the dude wearing the fur vest shouted。 He?d gotten close enough to Serena
to know that it was worth it。
Serena threw her arms in the air and whooped loudly; daring someone to take the bidding to new
heights。 As much as she hated to admit it; she didn?t even mind that Aaron hadn?t turned up。 She