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“Oh my God.” I put my hand to my chest. “Are you all thinking what I’m thinking?”
“Probably not.”
“Yes, yes,” said Slavanka. “Banana king is to sexual innovation what Comrade Lenin was to economic and political reform.”
“That is definitely not what I was thinking, but I like that energy.”
“What you think then?” asked Slavanka.
“I was thinking that the banana king and I are a modern-day version of Romeo and Juliet. But like…way hotter.” I was trying to work through the entire comparison in my head when the door at the end of the hall caught my eye.Magnus Kingwas etched into a gold name plate. “Oooh,” I said. “I think I just found the banana king’s office. I bet he locked Ash up in there after she got all horny for that masseur.”
“Worth a try,” said Ghostie. “But be careful.”
“I’m always careful,” I said as I opened the office door and strolled in.
“Painting of you?” asked Slavanka, pointing to a painting front and center on the wall right behind the banana king’s desk.
I honestly couldn’t tell. His office was so damned big that the painting was at least a good 30 feet away from us. But as I got closer, I realized Slavanka was correct. It was an oil painting of me at the banana party bent over between the banana king and the Italian stallion. The artist had perfectly captured the raw sexuality of it.
“It’s amazing,” I said. “I wonder who the artist is.” I got closer and looked for a signature. I was half expecting it to say Michelangelo. Or da Vinci. But that wouldn’t make any sense, because both those dudes had been dead for centuries. This was signed…Magnus King.“Oh my God. He’s a painter too! See, Ghostie? I told you he was creative.”
“He create this too?” asked Slavanka.
I walked over to the scale model she was inspecting. It was an entire community of Italian villas. The label indicated that it was going to be located somewhere in Italy. I was a city girl and never pictured myself living in a neighborhood. But if I ever changed my mind, that was the neighborhood I would want to live in. With a few adjustments, of course.
Like…why did he make all the villas separate? More space between villas meant you were less likely to get caught getting railed on your wrought iron balcony. And it would make swinging unnecessarily cumbersome. No one wants to go to akey party and then have to drive 20 minutes home before you can start having fun with your hot random neighbor.
The banana king may have been a creative genius, but he still wasn’t on my level.
I grabbed the stack of papers next to the model to get all the deets.
“Yikes,” I said after reading only about three of the papers.
“What?” asked Ghostie.
“I know why the Locatellis are trying so hard to kidnap me. Those idiots went all in on this neighborhood before they had all the permits locked down. And now their creditors are getting impatient. They could be bankrupt by the end of the year.”
“Scan those documents so I can check them out later. But for now, you need to get back to the roof deck. I’m pretty sure Ash is back. But she’s not alone.”
Auction Me - Chapter 15 – Cabana Banana
Sunday – September 22, 2013
I burst out onto the roof deck.
“Ash!?” I yelled.
She popped her out of from behind a cabana curtain. “Chastity!”
“Ash!” I yelled again. I ran over and hugged her.
“I’m so glad you finally made it. I felt so bad that I was getting to have all the fun without you. This resort is freaking amazing.” She took a sip of banana juice and then cocked her head to the side and looked back and forth between me and Slavanka. “Why are you both dressed like maids?”
“You’re gonna want to sit down for this,” I said. Because there was no way she remembered our earlier conversation.
“Okay… You’re kind of freaking me out.” Ash slowly sat back on her cabana bed but seemed super nervous to hear what I had to say.
“So don’t freak out, but…you’ve been kidnapped.”
