Page 58 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
I stared at the picture. Damn it, why was Beaumont biting his finger like that? And why was his hip popped out so sassily? He was supposed to be a model. So why was he so bad at modeling? “What’s wrong with his name?”
“His last name is Astor. It’s basically Ass Tour.”
Ew. What?Tanner had this dead wrong. “No way. This guy is straight as an arrow. I’ll ask him what kind of girl he’s excited to meet at the Society. I bet he'll say something like, ‘Anything with tits, toots,’ and then smack my ass.”
“LOL.”
Tanner could laugh all he wanted. This guy was straight. I looked up, but Beaumont was gone.Crap.I hurried backstage to try to find him. I opened up one door and then the next. After opening five random doors I finally found him.
Oh. No.Ass Tour had a doughnut on his dick and the sassy director was kneeling in front of him. Beaumont was holding a box of doughnuts from Dickson and Son’s Sugarcakes.
Gah!That was my recipe. Of course they were both going to town on them. They were freaking delicious.
But more importantly...Ass Tour was gay AF. I sighed. “You, sir, are uninvited to my sex club!” I slammed the door.
I cringed. That was a bit harsh. He probably thought I was a raging homophobe now. But if anyone was...it was Tanner. Because I didn’t think he let gay people into his fancy schmancy club. I sighed again.Please don’t let Tanner be a gay-hating nazi after all.
I shook my head and made my way back to the photoshoot. I couldn’t believe that Tanner was right. My gaydar was seriously off. There was a new photoshoot already starting. A girl was sitting on the weight bench now, seductively eating a sugarcake.
Wait, what?I stared at the box.Is this an ad for Dickson and Son’s Sugarcakes?Joe must have hired BIMG just to be an asshole.Stupid Cupcake!I really needed to start calling him by that dumb nickname. He was such a sugar infested muffin! I shook the thought away. My recipe was delightful. There was no reason to insult myself.
Or maybe Mr. Frost was who took Dickson and Son’s Sugarcakes on as a client. I could see him going out and signing them, just because he was the worst.
Screw Cupcake and Mr. Frost.I needed to focus. I had to find a straight guy to make Tanner jealous.
Chastity leaned around the curtain and beckoned me toward her.
“Did you find anyone?” I asked.
“You bet. Did you?”
“Yeah but he was a gay version of Matt. It’s a hard pass. Let’s go talk to who you found.”
She smiled. “This way. I have the perfect recruits.” We walked down the hall until we reached another photoshoot in session. “This shoot is for the brand Modelli d’Ghana.”
“Never heard of it.”
“What? Really? It’s all the rage.”
“Nope.” Two black guys were posing in tuxedos while a third, much younger one, snapped photo after photo. And they were all dressed in clothes with bright African pattern accents. It looked like the two models might be brothers.
“Modelli d’Ghana is Italian for patterns of Ghana. Their brand is really taking off. And it’s a direct competitor to Odegaard.”
I could see that. Their suits were a lot like Tanner’s, only they featured African prints instead of the classic zigzags, stripes, and polka dots.
Chastity rubbed her hands together. “These are the perfect guys to recruit to make Tanner jealous. Odegaard has some serious beef with this brand. Modelli d’Ghana was started by models who used to work for Odegaard. It’s a blend of African patterns with luxurious Italian fabrics and craftmanship. And to make it even better...Tanner is like a bajillion years old, right? So he’s probably a little racist.”
I thought about all the old people I’d encountered over my life. They were all a little racist even when they weren’t trying to be. They could say the nicest thing about a black person, but they’d use a very wrong word to compliment them and then the whole thing would be ruined. Just like when people called me a ginger. “Yeah, that checks out. I really need to check Tanner’s civil war medals to make sure they’re legit…”
“What?”
“Nothing, let’s focus.”
Chastity nodded. “Just follow my lead.” She wandered up to the photographer and started to introduce herself. “And we’re with BIMG.” She gestured toward me.
I waved. “Howdy.”Damn it!How did I always ruin introductions?
“The shoot looks great,” said Chastity. “But it would be even more eye-catching if you took your shirts off. Show off those musclesandthe perfect fit of the pants.”
