Page 5 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 9
Cold air and snow blew into the common room, but I hardly noticed. I was much too distracted by the five gorgeous men standing there in plaid smoking robes and grey sweatpants. One of them started beat boxing while the rest sang a Christmas carol. I’d never found a cappella music attractive before, but they were somehow making it work.
We all gathered around the door and listened to their first carol. As soon as they were done we invited them in from the snow so they could do another.
I nudged Ash in the ribs. “They’re super hot, right?”
She nodded.
“Which one is your favorite?”
“Definitely the beat boxer.”
“Good choice.” He was the tallest and most handsome. And he was obviously quite skilled with his mouth. “You should give him a tip after this song,” I said and bit my lip to get my point across.
“I don’t have any money.”
“That’s fine.” I pointed to the mistletoe hanging over his head.
But Ash must have thought I was pointing in the general direction of our dorm room, because she said, “Right, I have some cash up in our room. I’ll be right back.”
“What? No. I meant…”
But Ash was already gone.No big deal.She’d be back down in a minute. And when she went to give him some money she’d be under the mistletoe with him. Which meant she’d have to blow him or be Christmas cursed forever. And then one thing would lead to another and she’d end up in bed with him. And then I’d be free to fuck whoever I wanted again.
The guys finished up their song and started another.
“Where’d Ash go?” whispered Rosalie.
“She went to go find some money so she can give them a tip.”
“Why doesn’t she just blow them? I mean…they’re even standing under mistletoe.”
“Right?” I said.
“I’ll go check on her.”
“I’ll go too,” said Kyle.
I sat back against a table and listened to the end of the song.
“Thank you, thank you,” they said with a bow as I clapped. “We better get going…”
“Wait,” I said. “It’s freezing out. You guys should stay and have some cookies.”
They all looked to the beat boxer for approval.
He shrugged. “Sure. I’d love some cookies.” He stepped towards the table, but Ghostie appeared out of nowhere and put his hand on his chest. “Hold it right there. We need to make sure you’re not armed.”
Teddybear came up behind the others and started frisking them.
One by one they were cleared to go have some cookies. There was only one caroler left.
“What’s this?” asked Teddybear as he patted down his torso.
“My phone.”
“And what’s this?” he said, grabbing something on the singer’s upper thigh.
“That’s my penis, man.”
