Page 135 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
He smiled.
The bartender returned with my drink.
“Cheers,” my date said.
“Cheers.” I tapped my martini glass against his. And then I proceeded to down the whole thing because I had no idea what else to say.
“Girl, he’s going to think you’re an alcoholic,” said Chastity.
Uh oh.
“Laugh and touch his leg a lot.”
I laughed and put my hand on his thigh. And then I kept patting it.
He gave me a weird look.
Shit, he just thinks I’m drunk.I pulled my hand back. “I’m not drunk. I’m just nervous. I’m not super experienced in all...this.” I gestured around the club.
“I haven’t been a member long either.”
“No?”
Chastity’s voice sounded in my ear again: “Bend over a bit to show him your girls.”
I leaned forward to show off my cleavage.
His eyes fell for a moment and then met mine again. “Nope. But I have heard the rumors about you, Ash.”
“What rumors?”
He smiled. “I’ve heard you’re a very dirty girl.”
Oh no. The misconstrued trashcan rumors!
“Are you here with your boyfriend?”
“No.”
“Yes,” said Chastity. “And I might need your help. Say that to him.”
I cleared my throat. “I mean, yes. And I might need your help.”
Chastity spoke in my ear. “Say this next: If I make eye contact with you, wait 30 seconds and then meet me in the bathroom.”
“Don’t say that,” said a deep voice in my ear. “He has a small penis.”
“Ah!” I screamed. “Who’s there?!”
“It’s me,” said Tanner. “Abort mission. He failed the bar exam on his first try. He’s totally unsuitable to be a sperm donor.”
How had he broken into my earpiece?
My date stared at me.
“Sorry,” I said. “Alcohol makes me hear things.”Oh God why?“Or maybe...this never happened? I’m a ghoooost.”
He gave me a weird look, grabbed his drink, and left the bar.
