Page 9 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 10

Sunday

Alina

Kristen followed Ocelot over to a couch in the lounge to the right of the lobby while Bryce pulled me into the staircase.

"Why not take the elevator?" I asked.

"The elevators all have cameras. The stairs don't."

"Why can't we be caught on camera?" What kind of crazy shit are we going to do?

"What kind of secret agent are you? That's like spy training 101. Never be caught on camera, even in disguise."

"Okay, you're right. Being caught on camera would be bad. Because we're going to...steal something?" I asked, hoping I'd be able to get some information out of him.

"Nope. Try again."

"Kill someone?"

"What? Wow, that got dark in a hurry. Come on, isn't it obvious? We're going to pull a classic ITA prank!"

"Is that a thing? I don't think it is."

"Of course it is!" said Bryce. "Don't you remember all the pictures of toilets without dividers at the games two years ago?"

"Yeah. I thought that was just a weird cultural thing."

"No way. That was an epic prank orchestrated by Lars Berg."

"The Swedish skier? I remember him from when I was a kid."

"Yup, that's him. Apparently he only came back to the sport to pull that prank.

He did horrible in his event that year, but he won an unofficial gold for the best prank of the year.

Or maybe you remember in the 90s when Sally Jones threw a banana peel onto the track and caused Uma Longhorn to slip. After that the CPG declared..."

"CPG?" I asked.

"Committee for Pranks at the Games. They host a private party at the end of the games where they award a prize for the best prank. Anyway, after the banana incident, the CPG made a new rule that pranks are only permissible that don't interfere with an actual sporting event."

"How have I not heard about this before? Is it mainly a Canadian thing?"

"Canadian?" Bryce looked confused. "What makes you think I'm Canadian? It's not like I say 'eh' a lot and love hockey and maple syrup."

"Oh my God! That's what I first thought when I saw you in that track suit. I was so surprised that you were Canadian."

Bryce burst out laughing. "Wow, I guess this disguise is even better than I thought."

I tried to fake a laugh to hide my embarrassment. How did I not realize that was a disguise? "Just kidding. I knew you were American this whole time."

"Really?" asked Bryce. He didn't sound convinced. "Because I'm pretty sure you actually thought I was Canadian."

"Okay, fine. I admit it..."

"Shit, someone's coming," said Bryce. He put one hand on my hips and the other on my face and pushed me against the wall.

I gulped. I looked into his eyes for a second before he pressed his lips against mine.

Holy shit! Stop!

But I couldn't stop or the person would see us.

I decided the best course of action was to just stand there with my lips closed while Bryce pretended to kiss me.

Actually, he wasn't really pretending. He was passionately kissing me, occasionally flicking his tongue against my lips in hopes that I would let him in.

It was so hard to resist kissing him back.

I never realized how hard it would be to not kiss someone back, especially someone who looks like Bryce.

It was like trying to not hit someone back after they just punched you in the face, only instead of getting a busted jaw, I was getting incredible horny. Stupid sex ban.

"Get a room," muttered the guy as he passed us. If a little kissing in a stairwell bothered him, I wondered what he thought about all the public sex that was happening in the athletes' village every day.

When we couldn't hear his footsteps any longer, Bryce gave me one more kiss and then pulled back.

"Sorry about that," he said with a huge smile that made it seem like he wasn't actually sorry at all. "Standard spy procedure. Although I feel like you could have sold the kiss a little better."

I laughed awkwardly. "Sorry. I kind of have a boyfriend."

"Kind of?" he asked.

"Uh, yeah. I mean no." I sighed. "It's complicated."

"Well it's not a big deal. It was an undercover spy kiss, so it doesn't count for anything. It's like an actor making out with a co-star on film. Just part of the job." He feigned a very serious face.

"Right," I said, trying to convince myself that I wasn't a horrible person for not pushing him off me. God, I'm just as bad as Chris! I looked away from Bryce.

After a few awkward seconds, Bryce cleared his throat. "Let's keep moving. We have some boxers to freeze!" He turned and started sprinting up the stairs two at a time.

He didn't stop until we got to the fifth floor. God was he fast. I was in great shape, but I couldn't even come close to keeping up with him. I was glad that it wasn't any higher. I ran enough stairs at practice every day. I didn't need to be doing more in my free time.

Bryce pushed through the door and stopped in front of room 524. "Game time." He pulled a walkie talkie out of his track suit and pressed the button. "Pink Ocelot, what's our status? Green Tiger, over."

"Green Tiger, the nest is empty. Mission is a go. Pink Ocelot, over."

"Copy that, Ocelot. Over." Bryce put his radio back in his pocket and jiggled the door handle. It was locked.

"How are we gonna get in?" I asked.

"You really think I wouldn't come prepared?" Bryce asked as he pulled an access card out of his wallet. "Ready?"

"Are you sure we should do this?" I asked.

It had all seemed fun at first, but now we were breaking into someone's room.

I never did stuff like this. The closest I had come was when I snuck under the fence to get into the neighborhood pool when I was a kid, and I had worried about the cops showing up at my door for months afterwards.

"Aren't we going to get kicked out of the games if they catch us? "

"Relax, Blonde Tigress. No one's going to catch us. And anyway, we're just playing a little harmless prank." Bryce gave me a reassuring smile.

I took a deep breath. I had always been so uptight. Maybe it was time to live a little. "Okay, let's do this. What's the plan?"

"Okay, your job is to find his underwear drawer, soak all of it in the tub, and then put it in his freezer. Got it?"

"Yeah. What are you doing?"

"You'll see." He winked at me and slid the access card into the lock. The light turned green and I heard the click of the door unlocking. We looked both ways down the hall to make sure no one had seen us before creeping into the room.

I immediately started rummaging through his drawers.

My heart was pounding out of my chest. I wanted to get in and out as quickly as possible.

Come on! Where is your underwear? I tried a few more drawers before I came to one filled with tighty whities.

I grabbed them all and transported them to the bath tub.

It only took a few seconds for them to get soaked, and then I stuffed them into his freezer next to some hot pockets.

"Done," I said.

Bryce poked his head out of the closet. "Me too. Let's get out of..."

Click.

Shit! Someone's here! I looked around frantically for a hiding spot. The closet was really the only option. I jumped in and Bryce shut the closet door. For the third time tonight, I found myself with my face a few inches away from Bryce's.

Oh my God. I'm going to get caught and end up in a Brazilian prison as someone's lady-bitch.

"Stop breathing so heavily," whispered Bryce.

Stop talking! He'll hear us! I peered through the slits in the closet to see whose underwear I had just frozen. He was a ridiculously muscular Asian man, and he had just stripped off all his clothes. Fantastic. Now I'm a peeping Tom too.

The guy approached the closet. I pressed myself more firmly against Bryce's chest. God, he smells amazing .

I thought I was going to shit my pants when he reached towards the door, but it was just to grab the towel that was hanging next to the closet.

Then he disappeared into the bathroom and the shower started.

Thank God.

We waited a few seconds before emerging from our hiding spot. On the way out, Bryce grabbed the guy's dirty underwear and threw it in the freezer.

I let out a sigh of relief when we were safely out in the hallway. "That was insane," I said. I couldn't believe I had just broken into someone's room and frozen their underwear. My heart was still pounding.

"We're not off the hook yet." Bryce pointed to the maid who had just rounded the corner. "Act natural."

She was blocking the only path to the stairs, so we had no choice but to walk right by her.

"Lovely evening, eh?" said Bryce as we passed her.

I held in my laughter until we were safely in the stairwell. "Nice accent," I said.

"Thanks," replied Bryce. "We better split up though.

We can't risk anyone else seeing us together since you're not in disguise.

Wait here for five minutes before you come down.

Kristen will be waiting for you outside.

Thanks for a great night, Blonde Tigress.

" He smiled at me and then took off down the stairs.