Page 217 of The Nanny and the Beefcake
Laney reached into her tote, produced a business card, and handed it over. “We’re C.L. Investments.”
“C.L.,” Penny exclaimed. “Libby, emails came in from them when I was holding your phone.”
That’s right!
“I thought it was my dad, trying to get information about Raz. I deleted them without even opening them.”
“Yeah, that was us, reaching out. We only had your email and home address,” Laney replied, reaching back into her bag. She removed a sheet of paper that looked as if it had seen better days.
Libby stared at the familiar page. “That’s my business plan. Well, parts of it.”
“Yeah, one of the Derricks tore it up after you tore into them. Bravo, by the way! Those creeps deserved it,” Cleo added.
“And you taped it back together?” Libby asked. The sheet was just as much tape as it was paper.
“We did. Here’s the rundown,” Laney began. “We got a great vibe from you when we met in the bathroom.”
“Okay,” Libby answered cautiously.
“Then we saw you tell off the Derricks.”
“Like I said, girl, that was fierce,” Cleo chimed.
“And after that,” Laney went on, “we saw you in the vibrator incident with Erasmus Cress. You know, the video that went viral?”
“Oh, she knows,” Harper answered.
Cleo nodded. “That, Libby, was epically empowering stuff. Women don’t need to hide the fact that they enjoy sex toys.”
Libby’s eyes widened as she shared a look with her besties. And from the shock on their faces, they weren’t expecting to hear what Cleo just tossed out either.
“Strong women own their sexuality. They can even take those battery-operated beauties and let a man have it,” Laney added.
“That’s when we got the idea for the Libby Liberator vibrator,” Cleo dropped.
And…what?
“A vibrator with my name on it? We are talking about vibrators, right? Sex toys?”
This might be the wackiest convo she’d ever had.
“Yes, that’s where Cleo and I made our fortune. We started out as engineers. We’re the creators of the Rainbow Screamer.”
“Oh, my God, that vibrator changed my life,” H gushed as Penny and Charlotte nodded.
“That little hitch vibration is pure poetry,” Penny swooned.
“And that’s why we want to work with you, Libby,” Cleo continued. “We figured we’d make one last-ditch effort to meet with you. We showed up at the address on your business plan yesterday and met Ida. She told us you’d be here today.”
“Let me get this straight. You want to finance a venture to make vibrators with me?”
“Yes, you’d be at the helm of connecting sexuality, spirituality, and hopefully, Pun-chi yoga.”
“You know about Pun-chi yoga?” she asked, then recalled a random stranger had just asked her about it.
“Have you been under a rock, girl?” Cleo teased.
Libby shared another look with her friends. “I’ve been under a rickety rock.”
