Page 587 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
“How may I help…” His voice caught in his throat when he rounded the corner and saw the three of us lounging nude on the cabana. He blinked a few times and regained his composure. “Apologies. I didn’t realize Ash had company coming. Is there anything I can get for you ladies?”
“Three banana juices, please,” said Ash.
Wow.She really was plastered if she was the one ordering for us. Usually she would hide in the bathroom until the meals arrived to avoid having an awkward encounter with a server.
“Of course,” said the cabana boy. “And I found something you might like.” He pulled a bottle of SPF 200 out of his back pocket.
“SPF 200?!” screamed Ash. “I didn’t even know that was a thing! You’re amazing.” She jumped up and gave him a big naked hug.
“Anything to make you happy. Would you like me to apply it?”
“Uh, is that even a question? Of course I want you to. But do it like that massage earlier.”
“Of course.” He led her over to one of the lounge chairs and started lathering her up. He seemed to be paying particular attention to her boobs. But maybe that was by request due to that whole ginger nips and peanut brittle adage.
“What the hell are you three doing?” asked Ghostie through my earpiece as Slavanka and I plopped down on lounge chairs next to Ash.
“Sunbathing,” I said.
The cabana boy looked over at me.
I pointed to my earpiece. “Phone call.”
He nodded and went back to rubbing lotion on Ash.
“I can see that you’re sunbathing,” said Ghostie. “I was more curious about why you were doing that instead of executing phase 3 of the rescue plan.”
“Because the plan is off. Ash wants to get auctioned.”
“And what about you and Slavanka? You’re just gonna let the banana king capture you?”
“Yup.”
“What if you get bought by a small dicked oligarch?”
“That wouldn’t be ideal, obvs. But I know you’ll be waiting to give me a proper pounding when I get back.”
“Fuck this,” growled Ghostie. “I’m out.”
I laughed. “What do you mean you’re out?”
But there was no answer.
“Ghostie?”
Still nothing. Just faint static.
“Where Ghostie go?” asked Slavanka.
I shrugged. “He’s probably masturbating to the footage of me in the command center earlier. He’s lucky that the mission ended early so he didn’t have to deal with that pent up frustration all day long.”
Slavanka nodded. And then I rolled over so I could tan my ass. Getting to watch the cabana boy’s abs while he lathered up Ash was an added bonus.
But I only got to watch for a second before he stood up and wiped his hands on a towel.
“Sorry for the delay, ladies. Three banana juices coming right up!” He hurried over to the bar and started pouring drinks.
“He seems nice,” I said. “But he’s kind of awful at applying sunscreen.” He’d hardly rubbed any of it in. Ash was a big, white blob.
