Page 6 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
“And a midnight snack,” added Chastity.
Mr. Frost and I both stared at her.
“What?” she asked. “I want to make sure we get this perfect. And perfection takes time.”
“I appreciate your dedication,” said Mr. Frost. “But if I don’t leave here in an hour, I’ll miss my flight.”
One hour was a good start. But Tanner was here to kill us. And no self-respecting serial killer would give up after an hour.
Mr. Frost excused himself to go get some coffee.
“He’s really down there?” asked Chastity the second Mr. Frost was out of the room.
I pressed my face to the window and looked down again. “Yup.”
“Shit!”
“I know. This is a disaster. Can’t you try to seduce Mr. Frost again?”
Chastity shook her head. “I’ve seduced enough guys to know when they aren’t into it. And he was definitelynotinto it. He didn’t even look at me when I knelt next to him. But he has been staring at you a lot during this meeting.”
“At me?”
“Yeah. Can you blame him? Your tits look amazing in my blouse. So if one of us is going to taste his sausage, it’s gonna be you.”
“You’re a genius!”
Chastity smiled. “I know. And I’m loving your enthusiasm. I feel like this is really going to translate to good technique when you’re on your knees.”
“No, not that. I have a different plan.”
“Anal?”
“No, sausage.”
“Ooooh. You think he’s gay? I guess we can probably find a hot janitor to come give him a Carlton.”
“What the hell is a Carlton?”
“You know…” Chastity started making a licking motion while jerking off an air dick.
“No! I’m gonna text the sausage king. He can come pick us up in his helicopter and whisk us away to safety.”
“Ah! Yes! Text him!”
I immediately regretted suggesting it. I’d only met him once before. Forcing him to save me via helicopter a second time just felt rude. Not to mention that there was one major problem… “I don’t have his number. And my phone is busted.”
“Not a problem,” said Chastity. She held up her phone with the google listing for his restaurant. “It’s right here.”
“That’s his restaurant number. Not his personal cell phone.”
“Close enough.” She hitcalland put it on speaker for me.
Ah!I had already been nervous about the whole murder thing, but having to make such an awkward phone call took things to the next level. What was I supposed to say? “Hey. It’s me, Ash. The girl who insulted Germans. Remember me? Great. I need another helicopter ride because this dude from a sex club murdered my sister and now he’s going to kill me too.”
Yeah, that wouldn’t scare him away at all. I’d have to think of something better. But what?
“Guten tag,”said the sausage king in his delicious German accent.
