Page 69 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
“Because Fiona kissed his rooster in the middle of Club Onyx.”
“Ew,” said Jacob and started to draw a chicken on the board. “You shouldn’t kiss roosters.”
“Agreed, grandson.”
Chastity sighed. “God I love the Society. By the way, do you have any pool boys here? I could go for a nice big rooster right now.”
“Just Nigel,” said Tanner.
“Did someone call for me?” Nigel asked and walked back out of the house. His lederhosen was still dripping.
Chastity looked horrified. “Gah! No. Maybe we should go to the Society to do more brainstorming. Seeing the members in the flesh would really help us match them. And we definitely need to inspect the rooms. Speaking of which…are they all like the casino room? What happens in the handcuff room?
Oooh good question.I wasn’t going to use that key. But I was still curious about what Dr. Lyons had planned to do to me if I did.
“I thought you two already determined that the rooms aren’t an effective method for finding love?” Tanner pointed to the big red X I’d drawn through SEX HALLWAY.
Ah!Why had I written it that way? I looked over at Jacob, but he was still drawing roosters. And the words were already crossed out. “They are ineffective,” I said. “But I’m still curious...”
Tanner smiled at me. “How about this. Free me from my curse, and I’ll take you to any room you’d like. After seeing how much you enjoyed watching Chastity get spit roasted, I have a feeling you’d especially like the pitchfork room. And you’ll never remember another soul signing your body.”
I swallowed hard. What in the world was a pitchfork room?!
“What’s spit roasted?” Jacob asked.
“It’s when you roast a pig over an open fire,” Tanner said, without missing a beat.
And technically that was true.
“I like spit roasting too,” Jacob said.
Tanner lifted his hand and Jacob high fived him.
I rolled my eyes.
Jacob started to draw a pig on the board.
Chasity waggled her eyebrows at me. “You liked watching me, huh?” she whispered. “You little freak.”
I needed to change the subject immediately. And all this perverted talk had made me realize what was wrong with Tanner’s matchmaking.
“I figured it out!” I jumped to my feet. “Despite what your lamp says, love isn’t all about hooking up. You need to come up withromanticdates to make people fall in love. Like a magical night in Paris. Just picture it! Walking along the Seine. Kissing underneath the Eiffel Tower.”
Tanner smiled.
“And then gettingEiffel Towered,” said Chastity with a laugh.
No.That was basically the same as getting spit roasted. And it wasn’t romantic. “Listening to music from a street performer under the moonlight. Stopping to dance even though no one else is dancing. That kind of thing.” I could picture the night perfectly.
“Oui,” Nigel said.
I jumped. I hadn’t realized he’d walked back over to us.
“A magical night in Paris,” Nigel said. “The most beautiful city in the world. Right, Jacob?”
Jacob shrugged. “If you say so, Mr. Nigel.”
“It’s a great idea, Ash,” said Tanner. “Really. It sounds wonderful.”
