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"So, you'll come to the house with me for a couple hours? You can see the place and get a feel for it. Brit will be ecstatic. He really likes you. Runs in the family," Jamie said, smiling into Grant's eyes.

"I'm glad."

They talked animatedly for a while about Saturday, then Jamie rolled Grant back to his room. When they got there Grant pointed to the door and asked if Jamie would close it. Looking, questioningly at him, Jamie did then turned back to find Grant right there behind him. He was almost pinned to the door.

Grant looked up at him and raised his hand, crooking his finger. "Will you come down here for a minute? I'd really...really like to kiss you. Or have you kiss me since I don't know that much about what I'm doing. I just think about it all the time and..."

He never got to finish. Jamie had thought about it nearly nonstop himself. Before Grant completed his request, Jamie granted it. He put both hands on the arms of Grant's chair and gasped when it started to roll. He reached down and locked it then planted his hands again. He leaned in and loved that Grant held his face right up to his, asking for it, wanting it.

While he wanted to take Grant's mouth hard and just eat it, he thought about Grant's lack of experience. He made himself take a deep breath before starting their first real kiss. He put his lips to Grant's forehead, smiling a little at Grant's grunt of surprise. He knew Grant had expected that hard kiss, but he suddenly felt...gentle...tender. He slid his lips down the side of Grant's face, stopping to place sweet kisses on each eye, down his nose to his chin. He pressed a little harder and let his tongue come out to caress the tip of Grant's chin, then slid to the front of his ear and licked another spot.

He felt Grant quiver. He leaned further and took Grant's lobe into his mouth and sucked for a second. Before he left that area, he slid his tongue out and laved the area right behind Grant's ear. He took note of the fact that Grant shivered and gave a tiny gasp. Jamie was enjoying himself.

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"Dr. Easton, you're next. You don't have to worry about anything. I told you that we've already been promised ten thousand for you. Just walk out there, smile, nod to a couple of the ladies, or men if you'd like, and unbutton that jacket and let them see what they're bidding on." Dixie smiled at his obvious discomfort at her words.

"Right. What are they going to say about me while I'm doing this walk of hell?"

"Nothin' but the truth, hon, nothin' but the truth." She crooked her finger as she turned, expecting him to follow. He felt like a lamb being led you know where.

Dixie stopped abruptly before they got to the curtain he was to walk through.

"Hey! Head up, show some pride. You can't walk out there looking like you lost your best friend. Go out there and sell it, Dr. Easton, make us proud, and make us a lot of money." Giggles followed these remarks. Giggles! Good Lord!

Parker shook his head and threw his shoulders back. Damnit. He didn't want to do this, but he was stuck. Five minutes, tops, and he could walk off there. He'd show them all. He started by leaning down and planting a smacking kiss on Dixie's cheek. She almost shrieked and then the giggles hit again.

The announcer's voice drew him out. "I feel like we've waited all night for this man. Give a warm welcome, and I have to tell you, I'd like to give him a warm welcome, to Dr. Parker Easton. Parker is thirty-three and in perfect health. He is, as you can see, a fine, fine figure of a man."

This is where Parker unbuttoned his jacket and held it open by putting his hand in the pocket of his tux pants. He hid the awkwardness he felt by tossing his head and throwing a huge fake smile out into the crowd. Women yelled and waved money. What? Was he supposed to let them put it on him somewhere? Geez!

"Oh, look at that. Thank you, Parker. Ladies...and gentlemen, doesn't he look great in that black tux? Remember this date is for dinner only. I can see a few of you all are thinking about more. Could you turn for us, Dr. Easton, and let us see the whole...uh...package, shall we say? Oh yes, like that."

Parker was happy to turn and face the curtain for a second, trying to keep from running right back off the stage in embarrassment. He sucked it up and turned back around, managing to put a bit of a swagger in the next couple of steps he took. Maybe he should shake his booty and make their night. As one of his current young patients would have said, "Like, no!"

"You are a natural at this, sir. What do you say? Is everyone ready to start the bidding? By the way, I have a note here saying that someone has already bid a very substantial figure for a dinner date with this very exciting man. Shall I tell you all what that starting bid is? Yes? Ten thousand dollars. Whew! Do I hear ten thousand five hundred?"

Parker nearly ruined the whole thing as his eyes bugged out as a bidding war started between an older lady, a young black man he'd never seen, and a fiftyish-looking woman who looked vaguely familiar. There was laughter and joshing back and forth and he felt like dropping right through the platform floor. How long could this go on? What was the number now?

He turned back in just in time to hear the announcer say, triumphantly, "Sold! Congratulations to the lady in the emerald gown, number forty-five, for twenty-five thousand dollars! Dr. Easton, you have raised the largest amount for the new wing. Congratulations to you and to the winner of the dinner date with you. If you'd like to go with Dixie now, she'll take you to the conference room to meet the person with the winning bid."

Parker started off the stage, stunned, shaky even. No way would someone pay twenty-five thousand dollars to eat dinner with him, even if it was for a good cause. Come on.