Page 643 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
There was a light knock on my office door.
“Come in,” I called and hit a button to unlock it.
Maeve walked in. She looked fucking fantastic in her maid outfit. But I was more focused on her red hair pulled into a bun behind her little black and white maid hat.
“You called, sir?” she asked in a sexy Irish accent.
Well that’s a fun surprise.
I considered ordering her to get on her knees. But Ash hadn’t been dressed in a maid outfit. She’d been in a bikini. And if I was gonna fuck Maeve to get Ash out of my system, I had to make her look as similar as possible.
“Pleasure to meet you,” I said. “I’ve heard good things about you from your manager.”
“Thank you, sir,” she said with a shy smile and a little curtsy.
“How do you like it here so far?”
“I love it. Everyone is so nice. And the building…it’s amazing. I’m actually hoping to have my wedding here. My boyfriend just proposed!” She held up her hand to show off a tiny engagement ring.
“Ah, I see what’s going on here. You took a job here so that you could use your employee discount on your wedding reception.” I stared at her.
“Um, uh…” She looked around nervously. “No. I mean, sure…it’s a nice perk. But I also really wanted the job. I promise I’m not just going to quit right after my wedding.”
I waved my hand through the air. “It’s fine. Girls apply here all the time just to get a reception discount. We’re used to it. As long as you do your job, it’s not a problem.”
“I promise I’ll do great. I actually want to open my own hotel someday, so I plan on staying for quite some time and learning as much as I possibly can.”
I nodded as I plotted my next move. Now that I knew she had a fiancé, I needed to come at this with a bit more finesse.
“Did you need anything else, sir?” she asked.
“I do, actually.”How can I get her in a bikini?There were racks and racks of skimpy little bikinis for the sex auction tonight. The girls are going to strut out onto a runway as if they were fashion models, and then…That’s it!“The real reason I called you up here is because I have a bit of an odd request. We’re hosting a fashion show tonight, and one of the models is a redhead. I can’t decide which color will look best with red hair, so I was hoping you could try on a few of the outfits. The model is running a little late.”
“Oh wow. Well, I’m not much of a model…”
“I beg to differ. In fact, if the model doesn’t show, you should walk in her place.”
Maeve smiled but looked away. A few strands of hair fell over her freckled face.
God, she was just as shy as Ash. These redheads were driving me insane today.
“The changing room is just down that hallway,” I said. “Third door on the left. There’s a whole rack labeled V. Pick whichever one you think will look best with your red hair.”
She nodded and walked off down the hall.
I started picturing her in some of the different options. Actually, I was picturing Ash in them. They were all similar to the bikini she’d worn this morning. But better.
I couldn’t fucking wait to see Ash in one of them tonight.
As long as my guards can catch her.
I glanced down at the security footage on my computer and cycled through all the different cameras. I was half way through when my intercom buzzed.
“Benedict Morgan on line two,” said my assistant.
It’s about time that fucker called me back.Who gets a call saying that their daughter has been kidnapped and doesn’t respond for two hours?
“About time you called,” I said.
