Page 493 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
But they just cleared our plates.
And then we went back to Chad’s dorm.
And then we went to sleep.
I still had hope, though. They’d probably show up in the middle of the night in masks and pretend to kidnap him.
But then I dosed off. And woke up the next morning. And flew Daddy’s fun jet back to Delaware.
I kept checking my phone, but there was no word from the waiter.
What was he waiting for?
Sure, it was traditional for pledges to get initiated at the end of the semester. But I’d made an extremely convincing argument for him to do it sooner.
I mean…how could he resist getting to fuck me?
Apparently he couldn’t. Because on Thursday night I finally got a text from an unknown number.
“Tomorrow night. 9 pm. Gryphon Club. There’s a section of wall two blocks west of the main entrance. Knock twice and show your tits to the camera.”
I smiled to myself.
A secret door? And the password was my boobs? I very much liked where this was headed.
***
The next night at exactly 9 pm, Ghostie dropped me, Ash, and Slavanka off at the stretch of wall described in the text.
“Are you sure this is where we’re supposed to be?” asked Ash. “Because this looks like somewhere that you’d dump a body after chopping it up into little bits. And doesn’t going to the Gryphon Club on a Friday night violate all sorts of Single Girl Rules about the sanctity of girls' night?”
“I actually don’t think it does. I mean, there’s Rule #15: No inviting guys to girls’ night…unless they’re strippers. But technically we didn’t invite any guys to this girls’ night. They invited us.” I walked up to the wall and knocked twice.
A little camera poked out and looked at each of us.
When it landed on me, I opened my trench coat and pulled my bra down to expose my breasts.
A moment later a section of the wall slid sideways to reveal a secret tunnel.
“Okay,” said Ash. “I admit. That was pretty freaking cool. It’s like we’re in an episode of Inspector Gadget! Although I still don’t understand why you didn’t wear any clothes under your coat. He definitely always wore a full suit…”
“What do you mean? I’m wearing lots of clothes. Too many, if anything.”
Ash gave me a weird look. “A bra and that tiny little skirt hardly count as clothes.”
“Uh…you’re forgetting about these bomb ass gloves.” I pulled my arms out of my coat to flaunt my red, fingerless, opera-length gloves. “And this isn’t just some ordinary bra. This is special order from Odegaard, hand crafted with lace styled in the shape of gryphon feathers.”
Slavanka honked my boobs.
“Thanks, girl. You too.” I honked her back.
Unlike Ash, who was sporting a T-shirt and leggings under her trench coat, Slavanka knew what was up. I was honestly a little jealous that she got to wear a full set of lingerie. But alas…in honor of General Orville Thunderstick III, I wasn’t allowed to wear panties. So instead I had to settle for a tiny little schoolgirl skirt.
We walked through the secret passage, our heels clicking and echoing with each step. And byourheels, I of course mean mine and Slavanka’s. Ash was in sneakers.
Eventually we got to what looked like a reception desk carved into the stone wall. A hooded man was sitting behind it.
“Good evening, ladies. May I take your coats?”
