Page 267 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 11
“We might need to reevaluate the kiss. Or we might be distracted kissing while the mascot is out performing. There will be a lot going on at once and it’s better to be safe.” She popped the lid of the box.
“Wait. Those don’t look like the V22s.”
“They’re not. RJ has all the V22 prototypes in the locker room. Help me up.”
I put out my hand to help her up on the table. She moved a few balloons and placed a little sticky camera on one of the posts holding up the blue and orange striped canopy over the kissing booth.
“So what version are they?” I asked.
“An earlier one.” She put another camera on the other side to get both angles of people walking up to the booth.
“How early?”
“Don’t worry, they work.” She jumped off of the booth and put a camera on the front of the table.
I laughed. “Sophie, we don’t need that angle.”
“Actually, we do. It’ll help determine height.” She smiled.
We both knew that wasn’t why she’d put a camera there. I sighed and sat down as she placed a few more around the booth. I pulled out my phone to check the locker room cameras.
“Any sign of the mascot yet?” she asked when she was done.
“No. Maybe he doesn’t change in the locker room?”
“I guess he could be shy,” she said. “Although everything he texts you and does to you in closets kind of says otherwise.”
Yeah. It didn’t make any sense. I kept staring down at my phone. Most of the guys were already in their uniforms. And I was doing my best not to stare unnecessarily at the ones that were still getting ready.
Someone cleared their throat.
I looked up. I hadn’t even realized that the stadium had opened. And there were a few guys already in line in front of our booth. I think they were underclassmen because I didn’t recognize them.
The guy at the front pulled out $5 and smiled at me.
It felt like my stomach dropped. I didn’t need to kiss a line full of underclassmen!
I turned to Sophie.
“Knock ‘em dead,” she said.
“You do it,” I whispered.
“He doesn’t want to kiss me. He wants to kiss you.”
I looked back at him. And he was staring at me. We really didn’t think this kissing booth through thoroughly enough. I took the guy’s money. But at the last second, I chickened out and let him kiss my cheek. We ended up doing an awkward double cheek kiss thing.
He looked a little disappointed, but he didn’t protest.
I let the next guy kiss my cheek too. And some people walking by saw and kept walking. I think I was scaring customers away.Score!
I sat down when our line dwindled. “Sophie,” I said. “Can’t we just close the booth until the football team comes out?”
“Why? Your kiss thief could literally be anyone here.”
“Stop saying that. It’s one of the guys on the baker’s dozen list.”
“Possibly.” She paused for a second to stand up and kiss a guy on the lips. He definitely slipped some tongue in. She sat back downso casually. “But how are you going to know if you’re only letting them kiss your cheek?”
