Page 51 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
Oh right. He was saving me from a murderer. “I’m sure you guys scared him off.”
“It is up to you, but I would feel much more comfortable if you came with me until the murderer is caught. I could not sleep tonight knowing that I had left you in danger.”
“Actually…”How do I tell him nicely that this was a false alarm?“I want you to know how much I appreciate you coming to save me. But the truth is, they caught the murderer last night.”
Rather than being offended, the sausage king looked relieved. “That is wonderful news! I was so worried that I had left you in danger all night.” He whistled and said something in German to his four guards. They all immediately relaxed and let their weapons drop to their sides. “Before I leave, is there anything else I can do for you?”
“You’ve already done more than enough. Unless you’re in the market for a new marketing executive, then I’m not sure there’s anything else you can do for me. Because I’m pretty sure my boss is going to fire me.”
“Fire you? Why would your boss fire you?”
I told him the whole story about last night and how Tanner had trashed the office and beat up Mr. Frost.
“I see,” he said when I finished. “Luckily for you, I have the perfect solution.”
“You do?”
“My family has a saying: A man cannot scream when his mouth is full of sausage.”
I tried not to laugh. But I couldn’t stop myself. That was the gayest thing I’d ever heard, and that was saying a lot after spending part of the weekend with Nigel.
“What is funny?” asked the sausage king.
“Are you sure that’s the right translation?”
“I believe so, yes. You have never heard this phrase before?”
I shook my head. “Never.”
“You understand the meaning though, yes?”
“You think my friend should have tortured Tanner by shoving sausage in his mouth?”
Now it was the sausage king’s turn to laugh at me. “You are very funny, Miss Cooper. No, what it means is that your boss won’t want to fire you after you bring him some of my delicious sausage.”
“Oh my God! You’re brilliant!” It was the perfect plan. Mr. Frost loved those sausages. If anything would save my job, this was it. There was only one problem. I looked around at the sausages scattered on the roof. The bag must have burst open when the sausage king tackled me. “Think he’ll notice if I feed him floor sausages?” I bent down to start collecting them off the roof.
“That will not be necessary.” The sausage king walked over to his helicopter and opened a secret panel. Inside was a fresh batch of sausages turning on a roller under a heat lamp. “I never go anywhere in the sausagecopter without my emergency sausages.” He transferred them to a to-go bag and handed it to me.
“Thank you so much. How much do I owe you?”
“That sausage is a gift.”
“But this is the second time that you’ve saved my job. And you would have saved me from a murderer too if I had really been in danger. I’ll feel so guilty if I don’t at least pay for the food I ordered.”
“I will not accept your money. But I do have a plus one for an upcoming event. Perhaps you would like to accompany me?”
Did a German duke seriously just ask me out on a date?Any sane girl would have said yes in a heartbeat. A week ago, I would have. But now I was with Tanner.
“I actually have a boyfriend,” I said.
“Then we can just go as friends.”
How could I say no to that after everything he’d done for me?
“All I ask is that you think about it.” He scrawled his cell phone number on the back of a business card and handed it to me.
“I’ll let you know. Thanks again for everything.” I held up the bag and did a curtsey like a complete weirdo. It just seemed appropriate when talking to royalty. Then I rushed back onto the elevator.
