Page 4 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
He nodded. “In that case, you’re both welcome to leave.”
“Thank you so much,” said Chastity.
“But if you do, you’ll be fired effective immediately. So shall we get to work?” He turned and strode off towards the conference room.
What an asshole.
“How did that not work?” asked Chastity. “I mean,of coursegirls who look like us would have a stalker. Is Mr. Frost blind?” She helped me to my feet.
“No idea. But I’m outta here. I’d rather be fired than murdered.”
“Yeah, let’s bounce. I’m sure we can find ourselves some sugar daddies at the Society this weekend.” She stepped onto the elevator.
“Wait!” I said and pulled her back out just before the door closed. “What if Tanner is already waiting downstairs for us?”
“Shit, good call. Okay, new plan. We stay here and let Mr. Frost protect us. The three of us can easily take Tanner.”
“Mr. Frost can protect us while he’s here. But what happens when he leaves? We can’t keep him here all night.”
“Speak for yourself.” Chastity unbuttoned an extra button on her blouse and adjusted her breasts. She turned and followed Mr. Frost to the conference room.
“Are you seriously going to seduce him?” I asked as I followed her.
“Hell yeah. He may be a jerk, but he’s a hot jerk. I can’t wait to see what he’s packing.”
“And I’m just supposed to sit there and stare into his icy blue eyes while you suck him off?”
Chastity spun around with a huge smile on her face. “Wow, kinky. I love it. I kinda figured you’d just politely excuse yourself, but I’m down for whatevs. Hell, you can join if you want. This is a great time for you to fulfill Single Girl Rule #28: All girls should try at least one threesome.”
“Huh, I always thought that rule was more about two guys and one girl.”
“I mean, that is better. Like last night… God that spit roast felt good. I felt bad that you just had to sit and watch. I’m totally failing at Single Girl Rules #13: Always wing woman for the girl with the longest active dry spell. Tell you what: before the year is over, I do solemnly swear to help you get double teamed by Angel and Diablo.” She reached out and shook my boob to finalize her oath.
Why would I want to be double teamed by the team that just doubled her? I shook my head. I wasn’t sure if any of that made sense.
Mr. Frost cleared his throat.
I looked over at his head poking out of the conference room.
Fuck my life.I swatted Chastity’s hand off my boob. “There was a spider on my boob.”
Mr. Frost just stared at me.
How much of our conversation had he heard? Hopefully not the bit about being double teamed.
“So what work needs to be done?” I asked, trying to change the subject as quickly as possible.
He disappeared back into the conference room.
And he didn’t look up from his laptop when we walked in. He just kept typing as we took our seats.
Usually I would have been annoyed about being ignored, but in this case, he was doing the stalling for us. Who knew that having such an asshole of a boss could be so useful?
We sat there for three full minutes until he finally looked up. He pulled two thick binders out of his satchel and placed them on the table. “On Friday, you both expressed that you were displeased with my binder system.”
We both stared daggers at the binders. Saying that we weredispleasedwith them was the understatement of the century. Those awful binders outlined every minute of our work week. That would be bad enough, but all the time frames were ridiculously short. The only way we’d been able to finish all the work in last week’s binders had been to stay late every night of the week. And even then, we’d barely gotten it all done. So no, I wasn’tdispleasedwith the binders. I freakinghatedthem. But not as much as I hated Tanner.
I scooted my chair closer to Mr. Frost at the head of the table. The closer I was to him, the safer I would be.Right?
