Page 78 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
I shook my head. “No, that was one of the normal things. I just love a good cheesesteak. And Nigel insisted on meat sandwiches. The more meat the merrier. His words, not mine. But yeah...it’s definitely too close to the zipper.” People were eating and then riding. “It’s not my fault that people aren’t waiting the appropriate thirty minutes to digest their food though. Everyone knows the rules.”
Tanner raised his eyebrow at me.
“Okay, fine. There were a few clunkers. But everyone else is definitely finding love. Look at the dunking booth.” I pointed out the side of the cart.
Chastity was sitting there in her little white tank top as guys lined up to try to dunk her. “In a second she’s gonna be on her knees finding love with one of those gentlemen suitors.”
“How?”
“Because you have to blow whoever dunks you.”
“Yeah, no, I got that. Everyone is blowing everyone all over this carnival. The guy even said it was encouraged on the Ferris wheel. But what good will that do? Blowjobs don’t find true love. It only counts if it’s sex.”
“Um...say what now?”
“I told you that.”
“What?! You definitely did not tell me that.”
“I definitely did.”
I shook my head. “Absolutely not. There was no mention of P in V, man.”
Tanner laughed. “I guess it’s possible I used the term hooking up?”
“Well that was entirely too vague! My mind went straight to blowies!”
“I can see that. It has to be sex, though.”
“That would have been very useful information before I planned this whole thing, Tanner. Damn it, I need to get off this thing so I can fax Nigel. Where is the closest fax machine?” And seriously, why had Nigel gone along with all this when he knew it had to be sex?Damn that little man.
Tanner laughed again. “Why don’t you just go talk to him?”
“I don’t know!” I threw my hands in the air. “Because I’m a faxing bitch now!”
“Ash...”
“I need to fix it. How do I get off this thing? We need true love matches, not random blowies at a horned up carnival. What was I thinking? We need to hurry before the carnival is over. Should I just jump? I think I should just jump...”
Tanner grabbed my wrist and pulled me onto his lap. “Baby.”
I immediately calmed down when he called me that. Well, not really. More like I was immediately distracted from jumping off the side of the Ferris wheel to get my fax on.
He reached up and cradled my face in his hands. “I know this is hard.”
I stared into his eyes.
“Trust me, I’ve had my fair share of events that didn’t go as planned. And being around all this...” his voice trailed off and he stared at the couple beneath us participating in a blowie that helped free no one. “I know you want to have a normal boyfriend. Who you can do normal things with...”
“I don’t want normal. I want you.”
He smiled but it looked pained. “We could barely participate in anything you set up...”
“But it wasn’t for us. I mean, not in that way. I set this up to get matches. So that we can be together.”
“I know, but...”
“There are no buts. I didn’t want to get railed at the glory hole wall by a soccer team. Or bob for dicks. And I certainly didn’t want a rando’s skeet on my funnel cake. This wasn’t about me. I promise.”
