Page 206 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
“Now about that surprise,” he said. “I need to help Nigel prep for our traditional Thanksgiving dinner with my family and our friends.”
It was really cute how he called Matt’s family his family.
“I can help with that,” I said. I wasn’t the best cook. But I loved cleaning things. “If you can show me where I can find a mop in here...”
Nigel gasped.
“What?”
“A mop? A mop?!”
“What did I say wrong?” I whispered to Tanner.
But Nigel definitely heard. “You can’t use a mop on floors!”
Wasn’t that what mops were for?
“You must wash the floors on your hands and knees with a sponge and bucket. It’s the only way. Thecorrectway. The backbreaking way. Mops.” He huffed. “New fandangled technology.”
I’d hardly call a mop technology...
“Leave the cleaning to Nigel,” said Tanner. “He likes it.”
“I like it,” said Nigel with a creepy little grin.
Okay then.
“Back to what I was saying before,” said Tanner. “I’m dropping you off at the Society for your surprise.”
I raised my eyebrows at him. “Is this some kind of weird sexy surprise that you want me to partake in? Right before I hang out with your friends for Thanksgiving?”
“My family and friends at our traditional Thanksgiving, yes.”
I laughed. This was going to be a wild Thanksgiving.
***
I’m so confused.I looked around as I was escorted to a judges table.Ah! Chastity and Frankie are judges with me!I sat down next to Chastity. “What exactly is happening here?”
“The best thing ever,” said Chastity.
Frankie leaned forward to see me. “It’s the 5thAnnual Gent Show.” She pointed to the sign.
“Yeah...I saw that. But what the heck is the Gent Show?”
“Apparently they bring out different breeds of men and we get to judge them!” Chastity looked so excited.
“Breeds?” I asked.
Frankie laughed. “Technically the men are categorized by ethnicity. It’s like the Thanksgiving Dog Show. But with hot men. It’s all in good fun.”
Wow.And Nigel was worried about being cancelled? This was all sorts of wrong. I smiled. But I loved it. Who didn’t want to stare at hot men all morning and judge them solely based on appearance?Bring it on.
“So how does it work?” I asked.
“The guys come out in jock straps,” said Frankie. “And then we poke and prod them like they’re dogs. Just like the dog show.”
I laughed. “This is amazing.”
