Page 216 of The Nanny and the Beefcake
Who in the world would be waiting for her?
There was no time to ask.
As discreetly as one could, she tucked the vibrator under her arm and walked down the hall. A lightness had taken hold. An almost giddy grace bubbled in her chest. She startled. Oops, that giddy grace was the vibrator. She must have turned it on. She giggled as she left the community center, vibrator in hand, when she spied two women—two young women she recognized.
“Hi, Libby, do you remember us?” a tall blonde asked. She stood next to a petite brunette.
Libby’s jaw dropped. Of course, she remembered them! Her once loopy libido couldn’t have forgotten their sexed-up ladies’ room conversation. She’d nearly combusted from pent-up sexual frustration.
“You’re Cleo and Laney from the bathroom, right?”
“That’s us,” Laney answered brightly.
She glanced between the women, still not sure what the heck they were doing there. “It’s nice to run into you again. Can I help you with something?”
“Oh, Libby,” Laney gushed. “You don’t mind if we call you Libby, do you?”
“It’s my name, so, yeah, Libby works.”
“And look what she’s holding, Laney,” Cleo cooed, staring at the vibrator like it was a newborn baby.
“This,” she said, waving it in the air as she felt her cheeks heat. “I left it at my old apartment, and the current tenant returned it. I don’t usually stroll around with sex toys.”
Lie! The world knew she did.
“Sometimes, I do. I used to,” she stammered.
Stop talking. She should cram the vibrator into her pie whole.
Cue the embarrassment. But these women seemed downright excited to see her traipsing out of a building with a giant plastic cock in hand.
“We wanted to speak with you since that day we met in the bathroom,” Cleo explained, tucking a lock of blond hair behind her ear when Harper called to her.
“Who are your friends, Libbs?”
Libby surveyed the trail as her besties headed her way.
“This is Cleo and Laney. We met in the ladies’ room right before I went in for that fake VC appointment with the Tri-Derricks.”
“If anyone is going to make friends in the toilet, it’s our Libbs,” Harper said to Penny and Charlotte, who nodded to the women.
“Libbs, why are you holding a vibrator?” Char asked under her breath.
“It’s a long story.”
“Actually, it’s the perfect transition,” Laney chimed.
“Yes, we have a business proposal for you, Libby,” Cleo continued.
“You guys aren’t with those Derricks, are you? Because I know they’re full of crap,” she said, eyeing the women.
“Oh, no, we are not affiliated with them,” Cleo answered, waving her off.
“Hell no! We were renting space in the building, but when we learned one of the Derrick’s dads owned it, we moved our VC office to a different location,” Laney explained.
“You run a venture capitalist firm?” Libby asked.
“Yes, but we’re not predatory venture capitalists or like the douchebags pretending to be a VC to meet women. We got into this line of work because we want to support women in business,” Cleo replied.
