Page 573 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
God, I love my tits.They made everything in life so much easier. Especially getting past dumb guards who definitely should have realized that I was using a stolen ID card. I mean, yes, we’d done some quick work to change the name written on the card. But if he had gone back to his computer and checked, he would have seen that my ID was linked to a guard named Giuseppe Esposito.
Slavanka and Esme got past him just as easily.
We loaded our duffel bags onto maid carts, and then we split up.
Esme went to hide some supplies for us to use later, Slavanka went to infiltrate the command center, and I went to the bachelorette suite.
I knocked on the door.
There were excited giggles inside and I definitely heard the wordstripperbeing thrown around. And then a very flustered redhead cracked the door open and peered out. Her pink sash identified her as the matron of honor.
She gasped and slammed the door in my face.
What the hell?
I knocked again. “Housekeeping!”
This time the bride answered the door.
“Sorry about that,” she said. “My friend thought you were a stripper.”
“No, no,” I said in my Russian accent. “I maid.”
“See?” called the bride back to her friends. “She’s not a stripper. She’s just the maid.”
The redhead peeked around the corner. “Are you sure?” she whispered. “Her boobs are everywhere.”
“Relax, Autumn,” said a third girl in a maid of honor sash. She had a slight accent that made her sound hella fancy. “If I’d hired a stripper, it would have been a guy.”
“But you didn’t, right?” asked the redhead.
The maid of honor shrugged.
The redhead’s eyes got even bigger.
“She’s just messing with you,” said the bride. “I think.”
“Come on,” said the maid of honor. “Quit talking to the help and let’s open some presents.”
The bride turned back to me. “Can you come back later?”
“Yes, yes,” I said. “I clean bathroom.” I disengaged the brake on my cart and pushed it into the suite.
“Ah!” yelled the redhead. “She’s about to strip!” She covered her eyes and ran directly into a lamp.
I tried not to laugh. She reminded me so much of Ash. I know it had only been a little over a day since she’d been kidnapped, but I couldn’t wait to have her back to safety. And then find someone to take her V-card.
“She’s not gonna strip,” said the maid of honor. “She just doesn’t understand English.”
I turned into the bathroom and shut the door behind me.
“I’m in the bathroom,” I whispered into the comms.
“Copy that,” said Ghostie. “Slavanka needs your help at the command center, so hurry it up.”
“Got it. I’ll be there in five.”
I pulled both duffel bags off the cart. I hid the first one under the vanity, and then I unpacked the other. Just as I’d requested, it was filled with the ultimate collection of bride squad gear.
