Page 211 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
Frankie measured his cock.
But Angel didn’t even glance at her. His eyes were trained solely on me.
There weren’t many Mediterranean guys to judge. Not that it would have been a fair fight. Angel and Diablo tied for winners of the breed.
Frankie turned to me and Chastity. “Now we have to choose best in show.”
“I think it’s obvious,” I said.
Chastity raised her eyebrow at me. “Do tell.”
“It’s Angel and Diablo.”
“I’m really thinking Officer Ironside,” said Frankie.
Never. I shook my head. “I can’t even with him.”
“Why?” she asked.
“I just...can’t even look at him.”
“Did he do something terrible to you?” she asked. “Psh. Men.”
“He just skeeted on her a bunch,” said Chastity. “And Ash threw up on him.”
“Stop it,” I hissed. I didn’t want to relive Incident #4 right now. Because that would lead me to Incident #2 and #5. And I didn’t want to think about rape on Thanksgiving. It was a holiday, damn it. A girl deserved some peace. “Officer Ironside is a perfect gentleman and I hope to never see him again.”
Frankie laughed. “There’s no such thing as a perfect gentleman. But I’m fine with Angel and Diablo if that’s what you guys want.”
“Sure,” said Chastity. “You can’t deny the Mediterraneans are perfect eye candy.”
“We should probably stop talking about them that way,” I said. Or else I’d get used to it. And I didn’t think society would accept me walking about grading different breeds of men on the regular. I could just picture doing it on a Manhattan sidewalk and getting a milkshake thrown at my face.
“I think I’m always going to grade men this way now,” said Chastity.
I laughed.
Frankie was smiling as she jotted something down and slid the paper into an envelope. “Okay, go announce the winners,” she said and handed me the envelope.
“Me?”
“Yeah. Go get ‘em. And the prize is in the envelope.” She lightly shoved me toward the middle of the room.
Gah!Why did I have to do it? I hated public speaking. And now Angel and Diablo were going to think I wanted them. But...I had chosen them.
I shook my head as I stepped up in front of the crowd. “The best in show of the 5thAnnual Gent Show is...Angel and Diablo!”
The two of them high fived each other.
“And the prize is...” I opened the envelope and pulled out the sheet of paper. “A date with a judge!”Wait, what?I stared over at Frankie.
She gave me two thumbs up.
What the hell, Frankie?
Angel and Diablo walked over to me.
“Let’s go,” Diablo said to me.
