Page 548 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
“But your face…”
I laughed. “Uh, have you seen how hot I look in this outfit? You really think a guard is gonna be looking at my face?”
“We’re about to find out. There’s one headed your way.”
I put my leg up on a chair and started oiling my flawless thigh skin. And just for good measure, I pushed the sheer, flowy fabric of my skirt all to one side so that anyone entering the room would have a clear view of my bare ass. I mean…technically this togakini was a thong. But Justin knew I had a great ass, so he’d made sure there was as little fabric back there as possible.
I watched in the mirror as the door behind me swung open and a guard walked in.
Hot damn, boy!Simon had promised me that the guards would all have huge cocks, but I hadn’t expected them to be dressed in sexy little outfits too.
And the best part? Our outfits matched perfectly.
Mine was a mix of a referee and a Roman goddess, while his was a mix of a security guard and a legionnaire. His ID badge was connected to his bullet-proof vest.Bingo.I’d found what I needed. And yet…my eyes couldn’t focus on it. Instead, they went straight to his super jacked forearms. And then down to the hem of his red tunic. It cut off mid-thigh, and if Simon wasright about the guards here all having huge cocks, then he was dangerously close to suffering a tip slip.
I always loved men in kilts, but somehow legionnaire tunics were even hotter. Especially when paired with a do-rag and piercing brown eyes.
I was too far away to make out the name on his badge, but I was quite certain I’d just met Hakeem Washington.
Shit!Did knowing his name mean he wasn’t a stranger anymore? Because I really wanted to drop to my knees and see what he was packing under that tunic…
“Chastity,” whispered Ghostie into my earbud. “Quit rubbing your thighs and answer the man.”
I turned around and gasped, pretending like I hadn’t been checking the guard out for the past thirty seconds while he tried to talk to me.
“Who the hell are you?” he asked. He narrowed his eyes and stared at my face.
No! Bad boy! Don’t look at my face.“I’m Gianna’s replacement, obvs.” I gestured to my referee outfit. My togakini only covered one of my breasts, but Justin had added some black and white ropes that went from my left shoulder to my right bicep. When my arm was down, the ropes kept my other breast covered. But when I moved my arm just so…
Hakeem’s eyes went to my exposed breast.
Good boy.
“She got fired?” he asked.
“Nope. Just sick. She called last night and asked if I could fill in for her.” Actually, I’d taken Gianna’s number off the employee list and called her to tell her that the show was cancelled today. But Hakeem didn’t need to know that.
“Ah, okay. You know what you’re doing?”
“Boy, I was born for this.” I pushed passed him and walked through the hall towards the stage.
“You good?” asked Ghostie into my earbud.
“Of course,” I whispered back. “Told you my disguise would work.”
Ghostie grunted. “Everyone ready?”
“Yes, yes,” said Slavanka.
“Teddybear in position, over.”
“Us too,” said Esme and Zoraida.
“Good,” said Ghostie. “Simon and I will be your eyes in the sky today. Let’s get the guards’ IDs and get back to the mainland. Commence phase 1.”
I grabbed a microphone and waited for my cue.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” said a booming voice through the loudspeaker. “Please put your hands together for today’s host, Miss Gianna Rodriguez.”
