Page 46 of The Nanny and the Beefcake
“That’s awful,” he growled.
“Don’t worry. I let them have it.”
He chuckled. “I bet you did. If it was anything like what happened tonight, I’m sure they’re shaking in their douchebag boots.”
Was this man sympathizing with her?
She chanced a look at him and didn’t find him smirking or sneering. “They actually mentioned you, Raz.”
He sat up. “Me?”
“Well, the fight. The worst Derrick, Derrick Dawson, said he was going to bet twenty thousand dollars on the Snake.”
“What a wanker! Now, I really despise these prats. You point out this Derrick, and I’ll give him a good jab in the solar plexus,” Raz teased, and it was oddly sweet.
“I need you to know that I’m not usually a vindictive person. My chi—my energy—has been off since…” she trailed off.
“Since that day at the gym,” he supplied.
“Yes.”
He nodded as if he were turning something over in his head. “Can I ask you another question?”
“Shoot.”
“What’s this O you keep going on about?”
She shifted in the seat. “It’s the big O.”
He cocked his head to the side.
Why was this so hard to say? She was a grown woman, entirely in charge of her sexuality. She cleared her throat. “Orgasm!” she exclaimed, her voice echoing through the car like she’d called out into the depths of the freaking Grand Canyon.
Orgasm, orgasm, orgasm, orgasm!
Raz’s jaw hung open. “That O? You haven’t had one of those in seventy-five days?”
She crossed, then uncrossed her legs. “That’s right.”
“That explains the vibrators,” he said under his breath.
She threw up her hands. “It’s not for lack of trying, but they’ve been useless. Even the Rainbow Screamer. That one used to work like a dream, but it won’t get me there anymore. You know, the one your sister likes.”
He waved her off. “Let’s not mention my sister and sex toys in the same sentence. But…”
“What?” she pressed.
“One of the cops mentioned his girlfriend had one. He said she loves it,” Raz added.
“And I loved mine, too,” Libby gushed. “I loved every one of them until you broke me.”
Take it down a notch, you unbalanced chi-monster.
“You’re sure it was me who did this to you?”
“I know it was. I felt the shift in my chi. It was like somebody threw it in the clothes dryer’s tumble cycle. And then there’s my long-lost O. I’ve tried to get it back. I’ve used dildos, vibrators, my fingers, and my toes.”
“Your toes?” he exclaimed.
