Page 218 of The Nanny and the Beefcake
“People are buzzing about it since that last viral video,” Cleo began. “My family got together a few weeks ago. Everyone from my grandmother to my five-year-old niece and nephew wants to start doing it. People saw your demo and loved it. I asked about it at my gym, and they told me members are asking about it there, too. This idea is hot.”
“You’ve got buzz, Libby. Every viral video of you and Erasmus Cress has hundreds of millions of views,” Laney added. “You could be a brand. You could be the face of female empowerment.”
“Libby, this is amazing!” Penny breathed, awe coating her words.
“Do you have a contract with Erasmus Cress?”
Raz.
What would he think of this?
Actually, she knew the answer.
He’d be happy for her. He wanted good things for her.
He loved her, but he was lost, battling his demons. And as much as she wanted to erase his pain, she couldn’t. She could offer support. She could be there when he needed her, but he had to let her in.
She took stock of her situation.
This opportunity with Cleo and Laney could give her the financial security to help her brothers and support herself.
It was everything she’d ever wanted.
No, it was almost everything.
“I am under contract with Erasmus Cress.”
“And when does it expire?” Laney pressed.
Two days.
Her sixty days would be up in two days—the day of Raz’s big fight.
For a matter of hours, she was still bound to him.
“It expires the day after tomorrow.”
“We’re absolutely onboard if you want to continue to collaborate with him,” Cleo replied. “It’s not a game-changer for us. We still want to work with you. Do you mind if I ask a personal question?”
“The world seems to know a lot about me, but, of course, ask away.”
“Are you and Erasmus Cress together?”
That was the million-dollar question.
“I don’t know exactly what we are.”
It was the truth.
Cleo nodded. “What do you say, Libby? We believe in you. This is your moment. You can make an impact and improve people’s lives, men and women alike.”
“But mostly women with a super-charged Liberator Libby vibrator,” Harper chimed.
It seemed like a dream.
She glanced between her friends when the blur of black returned, and the crow landed next to a smattering of wildflowers—indigo-colored blooms. They were the same type of wildflowers Raz had picked for her the day they’d left for Moloka’i.
A peacefulness set in as she drank in the color, and she focused on the bird.
