Page 38 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
I stared at him. “We must not be talking about the same Nigel. Wait! Earlier you said Nigel fucked Marie Antoinette. I need so much more information about that.”
“All in good time. But right now, I’m starving.” He grabbed the collar of Matt’s shirt and tore it off of me. And then he hoisted me onto the kitchen counter.
Oh my God!I didn’t think I’d ever been so turned on in my whole life.
He kissed down my neck. And between my breasts. And down my stomach. But then he pulled back. “You’re delicious. But first I need some real food. It’s a good thing Nigel is a great chef since a certain someone decided to eat all my nuggets. Nigel!” he yelled into his cavernous great room.
“Wait!” I screamed. “Don’t come yet!” I couldn’t have another awkward naked encounter tonight.
“What’s wrong?” asked Tanner.
“You can’t just go calling for your houseboy when I’m top nude on your kitchen counter!”
Tanner raised an eyebrow. “Why not?”
“Because he’ll see my boobs!”
“Oh.” Tanner waved my worry away. “Don’t worry about that. Nigel!” he yelled again.
“No! No Nigel!” I yelled back. “You don’t need him. Because I didn’t really eat your nuggets.”
“Huh?”
I opened one of the cabinets to reveal his perfectly hidden dinner. “Booya! I tricked you so good! You should have seen the look on your face when I told you that I ate all your nuggets. Best. Prank. Ever.” I made an exploding motion in his face.
Tanner laughed. “I don’t know if I’d really consider that a prank. I mean…you just lied to my face. Pranks require a bit more nuance.”
“Oh I know what a good prank is.” My mind immediately flashed to the prank I’d pulled on Cole. But I really didn’t want to ever speak of that again. Chastity telling Tanner about it had been bad enough.
“Why are you blushing?” he asked as he popped a nugget into his mouth.
Umm…“Because I’m expecting Nigel to walk in at any second and see my boobs.”
“Why would that make you blush? Nigel’s my houseboy. He’s basically part of the house. Like the walls. Walls see people naked all the time and it’s no big deal. Same thing for Nigel.”
“That’s definitely not the same. Walls don’t have eyes. Or thoughts.”Or penises.
“I beg your pardon,” said a British woman’s voice.
I spun around to see where the noise had come from. But it was just me and Tanner in the kitchen. “Who said that?” I asked.
“Ah, that’s Destiny,” said Tanner.
“Who the hell is Destiny? Your housegirl?”
“What’s a housegirl? That sounds inappropriate.” Tanner popped another nugget in his mouth. “Destiny is my virtual assistant.”
“Like an Alexa?”
“Ha,” scoffed Tanner. “Destiny isn’t some silly voice-activated tech with a few skills. She’s a fully functioning AI.”
“Let me guess. Your friend Elon gave her to you to try out?”
“No. She’s actually a repurposed military AI. AfterFifty Shadesgot popular, the Chinese military thought it would be a good idea to give an AI a crazy sex drive and then force it to watchFifty Shades of Greyover and over again. They wanted her to view China and US as being in a dom/sub relationship, with China being the dom.”
I laughed. But Tanner didn’t. He seemed completely serious.
“You’re pranking me, right?” I asked.
