Page 5 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
He lowered his eyebrows at me. “I take employee feedback very seriously. So after much deliberation, I’ve decided todiscontinue the binders.” He shoved them off the table directly into a trash can.
The binders are gone?! Yes!Maybe Mr. Frost wasn’t as horrible as I’d originally thought. And his presence was preventing us from being murdered, so that was another point in his favor. I inched a little closer. I’d feel a lot safer if I could use him as a meat shield when Tanner burst in and started throwing axes at us. Or however serial killers liked to murder people these days.
“The real reason that I called you here today, though,” continued Mr. Frost, “is that I need your help.”
“Anything you need.”Shit, did that sound like I was offering to blow him?I’d just meant that I’d do anything he wanted as long as he stayed here with us. Chastity could blow him if she wanted. I was all blown out after last night’s traffic stop.
“Yesterday, I got a call from a perspective client. He just inherited a castle and wants us to help him develop a marketing plan to make the property profitable.”
Inherited a castle?My mind immediately went to the sausage king. He knew I worked in this building. Had he intentionally hired us to help with his castle? Tanner had done something similar right before he’d invited me to the Society. But he was a crazy stalker, so it kind of fit.
“He invited me to come tour the castle tomorrow. I was going to decline, especially because I didn’t want to be out of the office on only my second week on the job. But then I remembered I had you two.” Mr. Frost hit a button on his laptop and a huge excelsheet projected onto the wall behind him. “Here’s all the work that needs to get done while I’m gone.”
I scanned the list on the wall. There was so much work to be done: copy to write, ads to design, deals to close, people to fire, people to hire. The list just went on and on.
“You want us to do all of this?” I asked. “That’s way too much work for two people.”
Mr. Frost laughed. It sounded genuine, which was weird. “No. Of course not. That’s notyourwork. That’s the work that our entire department needs to accomplish. All you need to do is delegate.”
He continued talking about the importance of delegating, but I couldn’t focus. All I could think about was Tanner bursting through the door any minute and murdering us all.
I casually walked over to the window and peered out. I couldn’t see much of the sidewalk from this angle, but I could see the cars parked along the curb. And one of them was Tanner’s weird futuristic SUV.
“He’s here,” I mouthed to Chastity.
“Is something out the window more important than this?” asked Mr. Frost.
“What? Um…nope.”
“Then do you care to answer my question?”
Shit! What question?
Chastity spoke up to save me. “Whenever I have a big task…” She stood up and walked behind Mr. Frost, trailing her hand on his shoulders. “Especially one that’s a lot to swallow…” She dropped to her knees next to his chair and pulled her hair into a ponytail. I thought for sure she was going to reach for his zipper while he kept typing on his laptop. But instead she grabbed a pen off the floor. And then she fished some sticky notes out of her purse. “I find making a sticky note wall helps me get organized.”
Wait, what?Why wasn’t she seducing him?
Mr. Frost nodded approvingly. “I’ve heard good things about the sticky note method. I look forward to seeing the results.” He closed his laptop and slid it into his satchel.
“Where are you going?” I asked. We had to stall him. He was our meat shield!
“I have a flight to catch.”
I looked to Chastity for help. But she just shrugged.
What the hell, Chastity?!She’d never failed to seduce a man in her life. True, he hadn’t responded much when she knelt down next to him. But I still felt like she could have tried harder. His cock should be in the back of her throat by now. Single Girl Rule #72: Fucking fold it up and take it!Damn it!That wasn’t a Single Girl Rule. I wasn’t even thinking straight anymore.
I took a deep breath. Apparently keeping Mr. Frost here was going to be up to me. I looked around for a pitcher of water. If I could spill it on his lap and then offer to clean it up, I might be able to get his pants off…
I thought back to when I’d grabbed his penis during the office party. He’d been big. Was he as big as Dr. Lyons? And would his cum taste as sweet? Or would he bend me over the table and fuck me like a real man?
Focus!Apparently not getting sex was really messing with my head. This was freaking Mr. Frost that we were talking about here. I didn’t want to be anywhere near that jerk’s massive penis. So instead of stroking his cock to keep him here, I decided to stroke his ego.
“We need your help,” I said. “You’re the boss for a reason. You’re good at reading people. You know everyone’s strengths and weaknesses. The sticky note wall only works if we give the right assignments to the right people.”Is that true?It sounded like it could be. Maybe.
Mr. Frost checked his watch. “I suppose I can stay for a bit.”
“Should we order dinner?” I asked.
