Page 48 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
I bit my lower lip and looked away. Even though Chastity loved talking about sex more than anything in the world, I still felt embarrassed to tell her about how I’d flooded the sheets. “So many things happened. So. Many. Things.”
“Spill it. Now.”
I played with a pen on the desk to stall. And then I realized that I had her exactly where I wanted her. “I’ll tell you everything as soon as we come up with a plan for us to avoid getting fired.”
Chastity let out a sigh. “Just blow him.”
“Who?”
“Mr. Frost.”
“Never.”
“You sure? Because I distinctly remember you whispering, ‘I’m gonna blow him,’ last night when we were trying to stop Frost from getting on the elevator.”
“That was different! At the time, I thought Tanner was a serial killer who was about to chop us up into little bits. A single girl giving head to her boss to avoid certain death is perfectly reasonable. But now I’m basically Tanner’s girlfriend. And it’s now my job that’s in danger, not my life.”
“Okay, so a handjob then?”
“What? No! Nothing sexual.”
Chastity shook her head. “Are you sure? Even though he’s a jerk, he’s pretty hot. Check out this picture of him on the ‘gram.” She grabbed her phone and clicked into her gallery. The first saved picture was a screenshot of a picture Mr. Frost had posted on his Instagram of him in grey sweatpants. My eyes immediately gravitated to the rather impressive bulge in his pants. Chastity zoomed in just to drive the effect home. “I haven’t had time to measure yet, but I’d put him at about 5 to 6 inches soft. So if he’s a grower, then he could easily be 8 or 9 inches hard.”
“Eh, I bet he’s a shrinker. That would explain why he’s so rude all the time.”
Chastity looked horrified. “That’s definitely not a thing.”
“If you think that, then you’ve never seen Joe naked on a cold winter’s day.”
“Fair point. Mr. Frost might shrink in the cold.” She pulled a tube of bright red lipstick out of her purse. “But he definitely wouldn’t shrink if you put this lipstick on and marched into his office.”
I lightly pushed the lipstick away from my face and back towards her. “Maybe you should do that. Your job’s on the line here too. And you’re way better than me at seduction.”
“I already tried that last night, but he wasn’t into me. I’m pretty sure he only has the hots for you.” Chastity tossed the lipstick back in her purse.
Really?In all the years I’d known Chastity, no guy that we’d met at the same time had ever liked me more than her. But who was I kidding? Mr. Frost didn’t like me. He hated me. And he was about to fire me. “I guess we can’t get out of this with sex. There has to be another way.”
“What exactly was your interaction like with him this morning?” asked Chastity. “Did he seem mad?”
“No. He was super calm. Creepily calm. He just said he wanted to meet at 4:45. And that I had until then to make it up to him.”
“Were those his exact words?”
“Pretty much.”
“Wow, yeah. That’s definitely code for a blowjob.”
Is it? Shit.It kind of seemed like it was. “Well if it is, then he’s going to be quite disappointed. Because it’s not happening. Let’s brainstorm some other ideas.” I reached for a pencil and paper, but my fax machine rang.Wait, fax machine?
“Since when do we have a fax machine?” I asked.
“Nigel installed a bunch last night. Instead of helping me clean. So then I had to go and waste my second wish.”
“Maybe you should get back at him by using your third wish to make all the fax machines in New York City disappear.”
“No way. I’m not gonna waste my third wish just to mess with Nigel. He’s nothing to me. I’m gonna save it for something epic.”
Damn. So much for getting Tanner’s lamp back from her quickly...
