Page 12 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
Mr. Frost shook his head in dismay as he and Dr. Lyons hoisted Tanner into the air. “This is why they made me the boss instead of you. A phonebook is a crucial weapon in a marketer’s cold-calling arsenal.”
I wanted to tell him that any monster who cold-called belonged right next to Tanner in the centipede-infested, liver-poking penitentiary. But it didn’t feel like a good time to start a fight with him after my boyfriend…Ex-boyfriend.No, not even.Ex-acquaintance.…had trashed his entire office. So instead I said, “Right. Phonebooks are so crucial. What I meant was like…doesyourphonebook still exist? Because mine is all shot to hell. All those long nights of cold-calling have the pages torn and faded. The cover is falling off. It’s hardly a book anymore.”
“You’re a terrible liar. But you can borrow mine. It’s in a place of honor on my desk.” He pulled his keys out of his pocket and tossed them to me. In the process, he had to let go of one of Tanner’s arms. Dr. Lyons tried to make up for it by tightening his grips on Tanner’s legs, but it didn’t work. Tanner’s top half slid completely out of Frost’s grip. His head bounced against the marble floor.
Ouchies.
If Tanner wasn’t a murderer, I might have felt bad. But murderers were meant to be doinked. #DoinkAllMurderers. I’d nailed that one.
I turned and went to Frost’s office. His phonebook was indeed in a position of honor on his desk. And it wasthick.So thick that I had to use both hands to hold it. I grabbed it and started walking back.
“Where were you?” asked Chastity when I got back to the conference room. She’d already gotten a few strips of duct tape around Tanner’s torso.
“Getting this,” I said and held up the phonebook.
Chastity laughed. “Oh wow. I was just joking. I’m not actually going to beat him with a phonebook. Where did you even find that thing? Does some basic bitch in our office still use a phonebook?”
“Yes,” said Frost.
“Oh. Who? Wait. No! Don’t tell me. It’s Madison, isn’t it? I wonder when she’ll realize that it’s so much easier to just slide into prospective clients’ DMs with some tasteful nudes.”
“I’m not sure my clients would appreciate nudes from me.”
“What makes you think that? After Ash groped you at that party, she told me that you’ve got a nice sized cock. As long as you get the perspective and lighting right, you should be fine. Oh, and no limpies, please.”
“Ash said what?” asked Frost. He tried to sound like his usual angry self, but I thought I detected a hint of amusement in his voice.
“I said you have a nice rock. In your office. Lovely paperweight, that.”Why am I suddenly talking in a British accent?!“Anywhoooo…you guys were discussing interrogation techniques? That sounds like a fun conversation. Let’s talk more about that please.”
“Good luck with that,” said Frost. “I’m gonna go catalog the damage and call my client to tell them that we’ll have to postpone the meeting. This better not cost us the contract.”
I put my hand over my mouth. “Oh my gosh. I forgot all about your flight.”
“We’ll talk about it in the morning.” He turned and walked out.
“He’s definitely gonna fire us, right?” I asked.
Chastity shrugged. “If we’re lucky maybe he’ll just bring back the binders.”
Dr. Lyons must have seen me grimace, because he walked over and gave me a big hug. He kissed the top of my head. “I’m so glad you’re okay.”
“Me too. Thanks again for coming on such short notice.”
“Any time.”
“I’m loving this sexual tension between you two,” said Chastity.
Chastity!
“But can you wait until after the interrogation to bang it out? Tanner’s gonna wake up any minute, and I want to make sure the atmosphere is just right. #SexyTortureLighting.”
Ha.“That hashtag wasn’t as good as my earlier one.”
“What hashtag?”
Damn it!Had I really forgotten to say it out loud again? I always did that! I cleared my throat. “What were you saying about atmosphere?” I asked.
“Yeah. Was my hashtag not clear? For starters, it’s way too bright in here. Have you ever seen such a well-lit interrogation room?” She gestured to the recessed lighting. “It needs to be dark and gloomy or he’s not going to take us seriously. The more shadows, the better.”
