Page 150 of The Nanny and the Beefcake
This beefcake!
“This isn’t a joke, Raz.”
“I’m well aware. I told you, the beefcake can handle it.”
That was one heck of a to-be-determined statement.
She released his shirt and looked on as he sauntered toward the ring like a jaunty gunslinger traipsing into a Wild West saloon.
Okay, universe, throw this gal a bone.
The last thing she needed was another viral video.
She turned to her friends. “So…I’m not sure how this will play out,” she offered, working to put a bright spin on the bizarro situation.
Mitch stared up at the ring. “I can tell you one thing. This night got a lot more interesting.”
That was one way to put it.
Libby looked over her shoulder and caught Sebastian’s eye. He jammed a bite of hot dog into his mouth, then waved to her, and she breathed a sigh of relief. Raz wouldn’t do anything monumentally bad to the douchebag donkey donor in front of his son.
He wouldn’t.
He couldn’t.
But her beefcake was generating a psychic truckload of alpha-infused energy.
Anything was possible with an aura like that.
No wonder they called him the Lion. There was no missing his King of the Jungle vibe.
Was it what she usually went for?
Not at all.
Her usual guy was more of a Zen Dougie type.
Was it hot as hell to feel those alpha vibes crash over her like she’d driven into a pure male magnetism car wash with the top down?
Every tittering chakra in her body said, oh, yes!
“Let’s move in closer,” Penny said, taking her hand.
The group worked their way to the front of the crowd and snagged a spot against the side of the ring. From here, they could see and hear everything. Libby’s heart beat a mile a minute as Raz helped Maud and Bob exit the ring, and more and more people gathered around for the show.
Raz picked up the mic. “Good evening, everyone, I’m Erasmus Cress. I’d like to thank my sports agency and Maud and Bob Askew for putting the Spar with the Beast charity event together. It’s been a pleasure spending time in Rickety Rock. The donkey rescue is a worthwhile organization, and I am thrilled to help support it.”
Libby’s hammering heartbeat slowed a fraction.
So far, so good.
Raz was in his element. This is what he did. He was a professional athlete. He knew how to walk the walk. He could play the game.
Raz retrieved two pairs of boxing gloves from Maud then helped Derrick put his on.
“I figured Raz would jump in the ring and punch the guy’s lights out,” Char whispered.
Libby nodded. “Me too.”
