Page 180 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
I walked through the gate. The back yard was just as beautifully manicured as the path and there was a huge pool. It was just the players back here, though. There weren’t any other girls.
I pressed my lips together.Eek.Was this a boys only kinda situation? It felt like I wasn’t supposed to be back here. And I didn’t see Tanner anywhere either... “Where’s Johan?”
Zico shook his head. “Miami screwed us and didn’t uphold their end of the bargain. There were supposed to be lots of hot girls here for us to hang out with. Guess they weren’t happy about us winning by 8 goals.”
All thanks to Tanner.He’d been amazing out there!
“Anyway, Johan graciously offered to go get some girls from the Miami Society. He should be back soon.”
“Oh.” Tanner was at the Miami Society scouting out hot girls to bring back here? I didn’t love that for me. But he was doing it for his teammates. He wasn’t checking them out for himself. I trusted him. But I didn’t trust what his new mustache did to women. Everyone at the Miami Society probably wanted to pounce on him too.
“In the meantime, let’s swim.” Zico pulled off his jersey, showing off his super ripped torso. And then he did a cannon ball into the pool. Water splashed everywhere.
I took a step back to dodge the water.
“Come on in!” Zico shouted. “Water’s warm!”
“I need to go change real quick.”
“Why bother?” He smiled at me. “We won’t mind if you swim nude. We can just tell Johan that you forgot your swimsuit so you had to skinny dip.”
I could feel my cheeks turning red. All the guys on this team were always so forward. “You’re ridiculous. I’ll be right back.” I hurried inside the villa and found a bathroom. I pulled my swimsuit out of my purse, but it caught on the zipper. I heard the fabric tearing a second too late. I stared in horror at the giant tear down the front of my bikini.Damn it!
I pulled out my phone and shot a text to Tanner: “Tanner! I need you to magically send me a bikini. Unless you want me to skinny dip in front of all your teammates.”
My phone buzzed right away: “Coming right up.”
I looked up and screamed. Ghazi had appeared in the bathroom beside me.
He held up the tiniest little red bikini. “Tanner asked me to give you this.” He dropped the skimpy bikini into my hands.
“Seriously?” Wearing that seemed almost more impropriate than skinny dipping.
Ghazi nodded. “And these.” He handed me some matching red sky-high heels.
“Are you sure this is what Tanner wanted me to wear?”
“You betcha. Have fun!” He winked at me. And then snapped and disappeared.
Why had he winked at me like that? I shook my head and pulled off my crop-top jersey.
And then Ghazi reappeared.
Ah!I covered my bra with my hands.
“Sorry,” he said. “I realized I forgot to formally introduce myself. I’m Ghazi, Tanner’s overseer.” He put his hand out for me to shake.
I awkwardly shook it with my left hand so I didn’t have to uncover myself.
“If you ever feel that Tanner isn’t giving his full effort to help you find love, just rub his lamp and say, “Ghazi wazi ding dong.”
“Uh, okay.” I was definitely never gonna call for this weird man. He was like an even weirder Nigel, if that was possible. And I couldn’t imagine ever saying the words Ghazi wazi ding dong out loud. Especially when I already had a Nigel-popping-up problem.
“Au revoir! Enjoy Tanner’s present.” He winked, snapped, and disappeared again.
I shook my head and put on the bikini and heels. I turned to the mirror. It was the most revealing bikini I’d ever worn. My breasts were practically pouring out of it. And the thong bottom barely counted as a bathing suit.
Then I thought about Ghazi’s winking. Twice. And telling me to enjoy Tanner’s present.
