Page 28 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 9
At first I thought that she’d panicked and done the weirdest thing possible. But as the bellhop picked her up in his big strong arms, I realized her game. That sneaky little slut had outfoxed us all and figured out a way to get manhandled by the bellhop.
I gave her a thumbs up as he lowered her onto the cart.
“So what are you three doing later?” I asked while we took the elevator up to our suite.
“We must work all night.”
Ash eyed them suspiciously. “Because you have to help Santa load up his sleigh?”
“Something like that,” agreed the one pushing her cart.
“Really?” she gasped.
“Sure. I cannot divulge the names of our guests. But if a man named Santa was staying here and needed help loading his sleigh upon departure, we would certainly help.”
The elevator stopped on the top floor. They rolled Ash the rest of the way down the hall and into the Kaiser Suite.
“Whoa,” said Ash as we came to a stop in the two-story foyer. She hopped off the luggage cart and ran over to the twenty-foot-tall Christmas tree in the center. “This must have taken forever to decorate.”
“Just wait until you see the main tree,” I said to her. “But first…you should probably give these bellhops a tip. Not only did they transport our luggage, but they also appeared to have healed your ankle.”
Ash patted her jacket pockets. “I actually don’t have any cash on me, but…”
Yes!She was definitely about to blow them.
“In the morning I’ll have plenty of cookies to share with you. If Santa doesn’t eat them all, that is.”
Or not.
“Danke,” said the bellhops with a little bow. And then they left.
“Girl!” I said. “This is the second time in 24 hours that I’ve perfectly teed you up to tip a man with your body, and you’ve totally crapped the bed both times. The only time you did it was for a gay man. And no one was teeing you up for that.”
Ash shook her head. “The only man I’m worried about is Santa. He’s going to be here so soon! We need to get started on his cookies.”
“Yes, yes,” agreed Slavanka. “Must prepare trap for Ded Moroz.”
“Dead who?” asked Ash. “I don’t like the sound of that.”
“Ded Moroz. Grandfather Frost. He like Santa, but very tall and very sexy.”
“So…exactly like Santa?” asked Ash.
“No, no. Tall and sexy.”
“Right. Santa is tall and sexy. What does your Frost dude look like?”
“Grandfather Frost tall and sexy. Santa fat,” replied Slavanka.
Ash waved her off. “When I was a kid, I caught Santa putting presents under our tree one Christmas, and he was a total hottie. I think the old Santa retired and handed the reins to his grandson or something.” She sounded dead serious.
“Okay,” said Slavanka. “How we trap him?”
“The most basic way is to just stay up and listenverycarefully for little hoof stomps on the roof. WAIT! This is the top floor, right? The roof is right above us? And is there a fireplace?!”
“Yes, it’s the top floor,” I said. “And yes, there’s a fireplace. Follow me.” I opened some big glass doors and pulled her into the great room, complete with a massive fireplace big enough for the fattest of Santas to slide through, floor to ceiling windows overlooking the ski slopes, and a grand staircase up to a 2ndfloor balcony. Oh, and there was a massive Christmas tree in here too.
“This place is amazing,” said Ash as she ran her hand over the carved mantle. She touched one of the golden ornaments hanging on the tree and just stared up at it in awe. And then shemade her way over to the attached kitchen under the balcony. Ghostie and Teddybear were in there just finishing unloading enough sugar and flour for Ash to make a bajillion Christmas cookies.
