Page 581 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
I eventually ended my pose. “Uh, Ghostie. I don’t think any guards are coming for us. We’re gonna go look for Ash.”
“Okay. But be careful. There could be guards in any of those rooms. Or the banana king himself.”
“Boy, you know I can handle the banana king.”
Ghostie growled.
Slavanka and I went back inside and started poking around the penthouse. It was all pretty standard penthouse stuff - gourmet kitchen, movie theater, dining room with seating for 24 and an amazing view of the city…
There was a gym, of course. But this one happened to be a boxing gym. Two hunky guards in nothing but shorts were sparring in the ring. One of them looked over at us. And since he was so busy staring at us in our sexy little maid outfits, he had no idea a nasty left hook was headed his way. The punch connected clean withhis jaw. Sweat flew everywhere and he stumbled backwards. But he didn’t fall over.
Hot damn, boy.
I pushed my boobs together and walked over to the ring.
“Excuse me,” I said in my Russian accent. “Where I find bossman and ginger girl?”
The guy who had just gotten hit walked over and leaned on the ropes. “Magnus left to go pick up some VIPs for the auction. And I think the ginger is up on the roof deck. Why?”
“He want us for pre-auction orgy,” I lied. That sounded like something the banana king would do, right?
The guard gulped. “Well in that case, you should probably go to the auction room.”
“Where I find?”
He gave us directions.
We followed his instructions through a series of hallways and staircases until we found a big wooden door that seemed a little fancier than the rest.
Here we go!I was about to enter the banana king’s famed auction room. It was a shame I wasn’t being led in here on a leash, but a girl can dream…
I took a deep breath and opened the door.
And it. Was.Everything.
I’d expected a dark, sinister looking room. Maybe a circular stage surrounded by tables where prospective buyers could sip scotch and smoke cigars.
But this place was the complete opposite. It actually reminded me a lot of a runway you’d see at Miami Swim Week, butwaycooler.
There were palm trees everywhere. And sand. And cabanas. And the runway was one of those super awesome ones where they put a sheet of a glassjustunder the surface of a pool so that the models look like they’re walking on water.
Oh, and there was also a three-story window with a breathtaking view of the ocean.
I kicked off my heels and dipped my toe onto the runway, but I quickly pulled back as a ten-foot shark swam right at me.
Slavanka hissed at him and he went away. Although I was pretty sure he just turned around because he didn’t want to ram his face into the glass.
I had to hand it to the banana king. He had good taste in sex auction décor. Making the girls strut down a runway was a good idea, but making the runway be a shark tank was next level.
I picked my heels up and stepped onto the runway, looking out at the cabanas. It was so easy to picture men sitting there bidding on my body.
“What do you think I would sell for?” I asked Slavanka.
But she didn’t answer.
In fact, she was nowhere to be seen.
“Slavanka?”
