Page 484 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
I’d have to mail him one.
I was about to make myself a reminder on my backup phone when the door swung open and a hooded figure walked out.
“Come with me,” he said. He spun on his heel and disappeared into the mansion. We all followed him to a formal dining room. The table was so long that it must have been inspired by Adonis’ cock. Seriously, three chandeliers fit easily over it. They probably could have fit five.
A dozen hooded figures and their dates for the evening - probably the girlfriends of the other pledges - were seated on one side of the table. The other side was empty.
The hooded man at the head of the table stood up. “Welcome back,” he said. “Please, take a seat.” He motioned to the empty side of the table.
I took a seat between Chad and Ash. Chad immediately slid his hand onto my thigh.
So possessive.
“I’m pleased to inform you that you are the first team back,” continued the man. “And more importantly, we’ve reviewed your images and determined that you fulfilled all the criteria. Congratulations on not being completely inept.” He shook his head. “Actually, I take that back. Usually it’s fun being a hard ass and making fun of our pledges, but there’s no getting around this. You guys kicked ass tonight. No team has ever completed the hunt in less than four hours. And you guys did it in less than two. Bravo.” He raised his drink.
“All because of you,” whispered Chad.
Damn right.
“What was that?” asked the hooded man.
Chad stood up. “I was just congratulating my teammate, Daddy. She was the one who figured out the optimal path.”
“She’s your girlfriend, yes?”
“She is.”
“Then based on a few of those pictures, I’d say you’re either very brave or very stupid.”
“He’s brave,” I said. “I may have plotted the course, but we all would have ended up in jail if Chad hadn’t looked a cop dead in the eye and called him Daddy.”
Some of the hoods laughed. But I was more focused on the reaction of the five waiters standing around the table with their hands clasped behind their backs. According to Adonis, theywere the real decision makers tonight. And none of them had laughed.
“I’m excited to hear more about that,” said the guy at the head of the table. “But first let’s place our dinner orders.”
I looked down at the menu. It all sounded great, so I spent more time checking out the waiters. They were all handsome in a preppy Harvard guy kinda way. But one stood out above the rest. And by that I mean he had a great bulge in his pants.
I put my hand up to call him over.
“Ready to order, miss?” he asked.
“I am. I’ll have the crab cakes.” What I really wanted was to lick his cologne off him, but I couldn’t exactly order that. Seriously, what was that smell? It was like a mix between pineapple and coconut.
“May I interest you in a beverage this evening? Our house special is the Flying Gryphon.”
“Do you have anything with coconut?” I asked. His scent had taken over my brain.
“Technically no.” He lowered his voice to a whisper. “But I’m sure I could slip behind the bar and whip you up my signature cocktail. It’s like a piña colada, but with a twist.”
“That sounds amazing.” Mainly because I had a feeling it was going to taste exactly like he smelled.
“I’ll have the same,” said Ash. “But a virgin one.”
“Excellent choice, ladies.” He took our menus. “And you, sir?”
“Still looking,” said Chad without looking up. He waved him off.
Damn it, Chad!Be nice!
