Page 580 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
Or maybe our legs. Because we looked damned good as we strutted towards the main entrance to the penthouse. I even made sure to knock something off my cart so I’d have to bend over and pick it up.
But they still resisted kidnapping us.
Instead they just opened the door for us and stood aside to let us pass.
We walked in and the guards closed the doors behind us. And still no one popped out to kidnap us.
Damn!
“Alright,” I whispered into the comms. “We’re in. How do we get to the roof deck?”
Ghostie gave us directions to a secondary elevator that took us up five more floors. But when we got out to the roof deck, no one was there.
“Where is she?” I asked.
“In the pool.”
I parked my maid cart by the bar and then walked over to the infinity pool. No sign of Ash. “She’s not in there.”
“Don’t joke like that. This is a serious mission.”
“I’m not joking.”
“Really?” He sounded so confused.
“Really.”
“Well I don’t know how that’s possible. She was swimming last I saw.”
“Crazy Ash hide?” asked Slavanka.
“Maybe,” I said. “Let’s check behind the bar. And everywhere else up here that a tiny ginger could hide.”
We looked all over the roof deck, but Ash was nowhere to be found.
“She’s not up here,” I said into the comms. “Are you sure you didn’t see where she went?”
“I’m looking at the footage now. She was in the pool. And then she wasn’t.” Ghostie paused for a second. “Shit!”
“What?”
“We fucked with their camera feed and looped an old feed. I think they might be doing the same to us. Abort mission!”
I fixed my hair in my reflection in the pool and then struck a pose on a lounge chair.
“What are you doing?” asked Ghostie. “I said abort! Not lounge.”
“But I want to look glamorous when they capture us.”
“Damn it, Chastity. Get the hell out of there!”
“Ghostie, I’m not leaving here without Ash. If all three of us get auctioned off…so be it.”
I stayed in my pose.
And stayed in it a little longer.
I’d spent hours working on sexy poses, but I’d never practiced holding one for very long. I always just assumed that during a photoshoot the photographer would get so horny from my first pose that he’d just tell me to get on my knees and blow him. And that was a pose that I could keep for hours. #KneesOfSteel.
