Page 405 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 5
I smiled. “To be continued?”
She hit the button to open the doors and then pressed a soft kiss against my lips. “To be continued. Hopefully soon,” she said with a smile. “And next time, I get to please you.” She walked out of the elevator, knowing perfectly well how she’d left me dying for her.
I shifted my erection in my pants, hoping to hide it from the concierge at the front desk. I didn’t make eye contact with him as I hurried outside.
But apparently I’d done a bad job of hiding my erection, because Nigel was waiting for me outside and his eyes traveled right down to my tenting pants.
“Oh,” Nigel said. “This isn’t about my connections is it, Mr. Caldwell? You have something else in mind for us tonight?”
“What? No. I mean, yes, it is about your connections. Eyes up here,” I said.
“Did Master Tanner do that to you again?”
“No.”
Nigel’s eyes traveled down to my groin again.
“Nigel, focus. Like I said, I could have just told you this via text, but you insisted on meeting. I need to find dirt on Poppy. That’s it. I just need something on Poppy that will make her leave me alone.”
“Leave you alone? In what way?”
“In the way of making me not need to fake date her. I just need something that either connects the Pruitts or Cannavaros to murders they’ve been behind. Or money they’ve laundered. Or any laws they’ve broken. Or shady business dealings. Or something. Anything.”
“You’re only faking with her?” he asked, ignoring what I was asking for.
“Yes.” I thought Tanner would have told him that.
Nigel shook his head. “I will take care of it then, Master. I mean, Mr. Caldwell.”
This was getting hella creepy. “Okay, great.”
“Give me 48 hours to serve you.”
“Sure,” I said.
“I’ll make sure to remove your plus one from the modern Thanksgiving feast as well.”
I didn’t bother correcting him. I had a feeling that if he knew about Kennedy, he wouldn’t help me out of this mess with Poppy. And I really needed his help.
“Is there anything else I can help with?” Nigel asked.
If he was talking about helping me with my boner, he actually already had. Talking to him had made it disappear in a flash. “Nope, that’s it.”
“Do you want to share a taxi back home? I have some free time. We could play a round of cards. Or I can draw you a bath and we can chat.”
I couldn’t help but think about the fact that he had time for this but not for helping me move out. That didn’t matter right now though. I needed him to be on my good side, and calling him out would probably not help matters. “I wish I could, Nigel…”
He looked so excited.
“…But I have a stupid date with Poppy tonight. Boy do I wish I had some dirt on her so I wouldn’t have to do stuff like this. And have more time for my new friend.” I lightly tapped him on the shoulder.
He looked more excited than before. “So that we can have more time together.” Nigel nodded. “I will get to work. What time will you be home tonight?”
“Um…midnight?”
“Perfect. I’ll have your bath ready.” He hailed down a taxi.
“Nigel?”
