Page 63 of The Nanny and the Hothead
Penny: That’s promising!
Charlotte: I was in a tent with Mitch.
Penny: What’s wrong with that? There’s nothing like bonding in the great outdoors to bring people together!
Charlotte’s knee bounced nervously.
Just get it out!
Charlotte: Does tent sex count as real sex?
Boom! That was the question.
A flurry of dots flooded her screen.
Penny: You slept with Mitch?!?!?!?!
Charlotte cringed. Oh no! Here it comes!
Charlotte: Possibly, I’m looking for clarification.
Harper: If Mitch inserted Tab Cock into Charlotte’s Slot Hoo-ha, that’s sex!
She tapped her cell against her forehead! Yes, she knew they’d had sex! But there had to be a caveat—an exemption clause.
Charlotte: But does it count if it happened inside a tent?
Libby: Now I know what vibe I was getting from Char. That must have been quite an orgasm to put a psychic ripple into the cosmos.
Charlotte gasped, then crossed her legs, unable to stop from reveling in the delicious soreness that accompanied the best sex of her life. Then again, if anyone could help explain an act as some sort of metaphysical non-action, it was Libby.
Charlotte: Libbs, does it count, or could it have been a one-time cosmic anomaly? That could be a thing!
Her heart hammered in her chest as she watched the dots cascade across the screen.
Libby: Hell no! It totally counts! Sex is sex!
Penny: OMG! Charlotte! I can’t believe you did that!
Charlotte’s jaw about hit the floor. Time out! Penny had no room to judge her!
Charlotte: You and Rowen got together when you were Phoebe’s nanny!
Penny: Not on the second day! Pace yourself, sister! You’ve been Mitch’s nanny for less than 48 hours! And it’s Mitch! Hothead Mitch!
Charlotte scowled as a hot blush graced her cheeks. Penny had her there!
Harper: I thought you hated the guy. You called him a tyrant. You threw vegetables at him!
Libby: Do not doubt the power of hate sex. That’s some crazy energy!
Harper: BTW, your good girl status got obliterated. You are now officially the sex pot! Also, SPILL! Was it any good? We need details!??
Libby: It was good. Like good, good, OH MY GOD, DON’T STOP GOOD!
Her friend wasn’t wrong.
Charlotte: How do you know, Libbs?
