Page 53 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
“It’s a German thing.”
“No. That doesn’t sound right.”
“It’s a famous saying.” Although I’d never heard it before either. “It might be translated weird.”
“Well that’s the gayest thing I’ve ever heard. Don’t say that to Mr. Frost or he might think you’re about to shove a bunch of cocks in his mouth. Not that we know for sure he doesn’t like that.”
I shook my head. “I’m not offering him man sausage. I’m offering him this sausage. The sausage king saved our jobs.”
“Ah! You got him as a client?”
“What?”
“You signed him as a client. To replace the other one with a castle that Mr. Frost lost because of us.”
“No. Does the sausage king even have a castle?”
“Of course he does. He’s a duke.”
Well, shit.“I didn’t even think of that.” I looked down at the bag of sausages. Hopefully my bag of meats would be enough to satisfy Mr. Frost.
“Did you at least get the sausage king to join the Society? Some girl will definitely fall in love with him. And then you'll be one step closer to getting Tanner's cock.”
“Damn it! I shoulda thought of that too. Wait. How do you know about Tanner’s genie mission?”
“Nigel told me all about it when we got some pizza last night. I’m assuming you offered to help Tanner break his curse, right? I’ll help too. It’ll be fun.”
“Back up a sec. You guys got pizza?” That kind of sounded like a date…
“Yeah.” She sighed. “It wastheworst pizza place in New York. He has the palate of a pauper. Anyway, you really should have asked the sausage king to become a client. We can't just give Mr. Frost a pound of cold sausages. Will you at least show him your tits?”
I groaned. “Wait! Tits! I have the perfect idea! I'm gonna save our jobs and my penis.”
“When did you get a penis?” She eyed my pants.
“I meant Tanner’s penis. We’re dating so his penis belongs to me now. Hence…my penis.”
“That’s not how that works.”
“Yes it is. Couples share everything.”
“You still can’t just go around saying you have a ding-a-ling, Ash. Not in this day and age. You’ll confuse a tween or whatevs.”
I rolled my eyes. “I don’t care what a tween thinks of my dick.”
Chastity laughed.
“Anywho, back to my plan. I’m going to offer to do diva duty for the photoshoots today. And while we're with all the super wealthy attractive clients, we can convince them to join the Society.”
“Actually, that’s brilliant. There will be rich men galore. And no one ever offers to do diva duty. Because divas suck.”
I stared at her. She did realize that half the time she acted like she was a high-end model during a photoshoot, right? Or maybe she just meant that divassuck. Like...suck dicks. She’d probably meant that one. I shrugged. “Okay. I’ll be right back. Wish me luck.”
“Tits up.”
I nodded, grabbed my bag of cold sausages, and hurried over to Mr. Frost’s office.
I knocked on the closed door.
