Page 176 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 6

Why did he always insist on knowing who I was currently sleeping with? I shrugged. “We hooked up in the elevator after leaving James’ place.”

Tanner nodded. “Nice. Elevator sex is always great. High-five!” He put up his hand.

I didn’t bother correcting him. I just high-fived him instead. I hadn’t actually had sex with Kennedy. We were trying to take things slow. And for some reason slow wasn’t something Tanner understood. To him sex meant love or something. For a guy who was all about true love, it really made no sense.

“If you’ll excuse me for one moment.” Tanner spun back around in his chair so I couldn’t see him.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Nothing,” he said. But he didn’t turn back around. “Glasses me,” he said and put his hand out to Nigel.

Nigel pulled a pair of glasses out of the front pocket of his lederhosen and handed them to Tanner.

Tanner’s hand disappeared behind the high back of the chair again.

“Tanner?”

He ignored me. I looked over at Nigel.

Nigel started whistling and looked up at the ceiling. What were they doing? I waited another minute, hoping they’d naturally stop being weird. But of course that didn’t happen.

I took a step forward to see what was up, but Tanner poked his head out from the side of the chair to look at me. “Kennedy Alcaraz? With a Z at the end of her last name, right?”

“Mhm.”

“You’re sure it’s not an S? Or maybe there’s two Ls in there?”

“It’s A-L-C-A-R-A-Z.” I spelled it out for him and he just stared at me.

“Really?” he asked.

“Really.”

“No tildes or accent marks anywhere?”

“No.” Why was he suddenly so interested in the spelling of Kennedy’s last name?

“You’re 100% positive?”

“I’ve seen it spelled, yeah.”

“Got it.” He disappeared behind his chair again.

Seriously, what the hell was he doing behind that chair?

He whispered something at Nigel and Nigel looked very happy.

“Tanner?” I asked.

“He needs a minute,” Nigel said. “Would you like me to draw you a bath while you wait?”

“No, I don’t want a bath. I want to know what Tanner is doing.”

“I can’t confirm or deny what he’s doing,” Nigel said. He started whistling again.

“Tanner,” I said firmly. “What the hell?” I walked up to the chair and tried to peer around it.

But Tanner spun it so I couldn’t see.