Page 21 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 10
But I couldn't stop or the person would see us. I decided the best course of action was to just stand there with my lips closed while Bryce pretended to kiss me. Actually, he wasn't really pretending. He was passionately kissing me, occasionally flicking his tongue against my lips in hopes that I would let him in. It was so hard to resist kissing him back. I never realized how hard it would be to not kiss someone back, especially someone who looks like Bryce. It was like trying to not hit someone back after they just punched you in the face, only instead of getting a busted jaw, I was getting incredible horny.Stupid sex ban.
"Get a room," muttered the guy as he passed us. If a little kissing in a stairwell bothered him, I wondered what he thought about all the public sex that was happening in the athletes' village every day.
When we couldn't hear his footsteps any longer, Bryce gave me one more kiss and then pulled back.
"Sorry about that," he said with a huge smile that made it seem like he wasn't actually sorry at all. "Standard spy procedure. Although I feel like you could have sold the kiss a little better."
I laughed awkwardly. "Sorry. I kind of have a boyfriend."
"Kind of?" he asked.
"Uh, yeah. I mean no." I sighed. "It's complicated."
"Well it's not a big deal. It was an undercover spy kiss, so it doesn't count for anything. It's like an actor making out with a co-star on film. Just part of the job." He feigned a very serious face.
"Right," I said, trying to convince myself that I wasn't a horrible person for not pushing him off me.God, I'm just as bad as Chris!I looked away from Bryce.
After a few awkward seconds, Bryce cleared his throat. "Let's keep moving. We have some boxers to freeze!" He turned and started sprinting up the stairs two at a time.
He didn't stop until we got to the fifth floor. God was he fast. I was in great shape, but I couldn't even come close to keeping up with him. I was glad that it wasn't any higher. I ran enough stairs at practice every day. I didn't need to be doing more in my free time.
Bryce pushed through the door and stopped in front of room 524. "Game time." He pulled a walkie talkie out of his track suit and pressed the button. "Pink Ocelot, what's our status? Green Tiger, over."
"Green Tiger, the nest is empty. Mission is a go. Pink Ocelot, over."
"Copy that, Ocelot. Over." Bryce put his radio back in his pocket and jiggled the door handle. It was locked.
"How are we gonna get in?" I asked.
"You really think I wouldn't come prepared?" Bryce asked as he pulled an access card out of his wallet. "Ready?"
"Are you sure we should do this?" I asked. It had all seemed fun at first, but now we were breaking into someone's room. I never did stuff like this. The closest I had come was when I snuck under the fence to get into the neighborhood pool when I was a kid, and I had worried about the cops showing up at my door for months afterwards. "Aren't we going to get kicked out of the games if they catch us?"
"Relax, Blonde Tigress. No one's going to catch us. And anyway, we're just playing a little harmless prank." Bryce gave me a reassuring smile.
I took a deep breath. I had always been so uptight. Maybe it was time to live a little. "Okay, let's do this. What's the plan?"
"Okay, your job is to find his underwear drawer, soak all of it in the tub, and then put it in his freezer. Got it?"
"Yeah. What are you doing?"
"You'll see." He winked at me and slid the access card into the lock. The light turned green and I heard the click of the door unlocking. We looked both ways down the hall to make sure no one had seen us before creeping into the room.
I immediately started rummaging through his drawers. My heart was pounding out of my chest. I wanted to get in and out as quickly as possible.Come on! Where is your underwear?I tried a few more drawers before I came to one filled with tighty whities. I grabbed them all and transported them to the bath tub. It only took a few seconds for them to get soaked, and then I stuffed them into his freezer next to some hot pockets.
"Done," I said.
Bryce poked his head out of the closet. "Me too. Let's get out of..."
Click.
Shit! Someone's here!I looked around frantically for a hiding spot. The closet was really the only option. I jumped in and Bryce shut the closet door. For the third time tonight, I found myself with my face a few inches away from Bryce's.
Oh my God. I'm going to get caught and end up in a Brazilian prison as someone's lady-bitch.
"Stop breathing so heavily," whispered Bryce.
Stop talking! He'll hear us!I peered through the slits in the closet to see whose underwear I had just frozen. He was a ridiculously muscular Asian man, and he had just stripped off all his clothes.Fantastic. Now I'm a peeping Tom too.
