Read The Bishop Affair (Dominated by the Billionaire Brothers - Part Four) Online
Authors: Jennifer Simms
“Right away,” Bob said,
bustling to the counter. I followed him anxiously and watched as he retrieved a
large brown paper bag presumably containing the precious item. “That’ll be
eighty dollars even, doll.”
My hands trembling, I
thumbed at the twenties until I had the right amount.
“Thank you,” I said,
grabbing the bag, which was unexpectedly light, and making a run for it.
“Enjoy.” I only faintly
heard the owner say the word, as I hurried out the door, leaving a round of sex
moans behind me.
Outside, I was relieved to
see my taxi waiting. I jumped in the back and we took off with a screech of
tires and the smell of burned rubber, outraged honks dissipating in our wake.
“Are we going to make it?” I
asked, checking the car’s clock.
Oh my god.
It was already 11:46.
“With the way traffic was,
I’m not sure what I can guarantee,” the driver said. “I’ll do my best, though.”
“Thank you.” I sat back,
trying to slow my pounding heart. I really didn’t know if we would make it back
on time. I shuddered to think what Trevor’s reaction would be should I fail him
in this.
Having nothing else to do
except brew in my anxiety, I eyed the nondescript bag next to me, confirming
that I did in fact have it. Curiosity began to present itself.
Don’t look in the
package.
Trevor’s last
words haunted me. Perhaps it was the stress or the ridiculousness of the whole
situation but the rebel in me decided to rear its head. If I went through all
this trouble to get this stupid item for him, surely I deserved to know what it
was. One little peek wouldn’t hurt...besides it’s not like he’d ever
know
I looked...
A loud honk snapped me out
of my temptation. I came this far. It’d be a shame to screw up now.
Before long, we pulled up to
the front of the Bishop building, the past few minutes a complete blur. I
quickly handed the driver a few large bills, the equivalent of ten times what I
had pay and glanced at my cell phone. I had five minutes left.
Immediately after the driver
said “Goodluck”, I raced up the steps toward the building entrance, dodging the
occasional person here and there. Just as I reached the top, my heels snagged
on the last step and I tumbled to the ground, the bag flying several yards in
front of me.
“Jeez Lori, are you all
right?”
I scrambled to find my feet,
purposely ignoring whoever called out. I didn’t have time to chat.
“Let me help you with that.”
Just as I spotted the box
that had tumbled out of the paper bag, two masculine hands scooped it up.
“Give it to me!” I cried
frantically, like a mother crying for her child.
As I snatched the bag from
the ground, the hands offered the box to me. I hastily dropped it inside the
bag, feeling absolute dread that the contents might have been damaged. I sped
through the building to the elevators and punched the button. A ding sounded
and I silently thanked the gods that there was already one waiting for me.
Although I had made a mental note on my first day that the elevators were fast,
the ride up to the twenty-sixth floor felt agonizingly slow. As soon as the
metal doors opened, I tore across the building, ignoring Susan on my way as I
arrived at Trevor’s office door.
My phone indicated I had a
whole thirty seconds left to spare. Overcome with joy, I prepared to knock in
triumph. Suddenly, an image flashed through my mind of Jordan handing me the
box. On the cover was an explicit rendering of a woman inserting an enormous
pink object into herself. Big bold letters at the top read “Dr. Frankenstein’s
Butt Stuffer”.
My hand flew to my mouth.
What. The. Fuck.
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