Page 66 of Rating the Book Boyfriend

“Oh my god, when?”

“Next weekend,” I tell her, my body vibrating with excitement. “You know that cover model I’ve sent you pictures of? Riggs Romero?”

“How could I forget that hottie?”

“We’re, uhhh, dating now.”

I have to pull the phone away from my ear to keep from being deafened by Gianna’s scream. “You have to tell me all about it when you get here.”

“Same. I want to hear every detail of what you’ve been up to. I still can’t believe you’re engaged to Auburn Bouvier. I bet your wardrobe is killer now.” Gianna’s fiancé is the head of the Bouvier fashion house in New York City, and he recently proposed to her.

“Girl, if I even glance at something in a magazine, it magically appears on our doorstep a few days later. Last month, I mentioned to him that I love the new lipstick I’d bought, and he had his designer whip up two dresses and a pantsuit in the exact shade.”

My heart is so full. My gorgeous cousin deserves all the pampering in the world. She’s a little younger than me, but she’s so damn strong and has the best heart.

“I’m happy for you Gia, and I can’t wait to see you. Riggs has a book event at the Javits Center on Saturday until four, but we’re free any other time.”

“Do you need a place to stay?”

“No, he booked us at the Four Seasons.”

“Oooh, there’s a great steakhouse there. It’s practically impossible to get in, but Auburn can get us reservations.”

“I’ll check with Riggs and let you know. I’m so excited to see you,” I tell her, feeling emotional. Gianna is my only family, and I haven’t seen her in over a year.

“Me too, babe.”

I rub my forehead and glare at my computer screen, like that’s going to scare it into spontaneously typing what I need it to.

“What’s wrong, babe?” Riggs asks from the window seat beside me. We’re in the first-class section of the plane on the way to New York.

“The words aren’t wording right now,” I tell him in frustration.

“Do you mind if I take a look?”

At my wit’s end, I nod and hand him my laptop. “Here’s the character analysis for them,” I say, showing him my detailed notes.

Riggs reads them thoroughly before switching back to the scene I was working on. “Ah, you didn’t warn me this was a spicy scene,” he says after perusing it twice.

“It’s not. They’re arguing,” I say.

His eyes meet mine. “Don’t you feel the tension you’re building here? I do, and there’s some serious steam going on. They need to fuck it out.”

I stare at the words I’ve already written and nod. “You’re right.” I take the laptop back and poise my fingers over the keys. “Who breaks first?”

The crooked smile Riggs gives me has my thighs clenching together. “He does. He’s had it with Sophia’s shit and tells her to put that smart mouth to good use on his cock.”

My eyes widen, and I bite my lip as I begin to type. “Yes, this is good. She’s a bit of a loose cannon, so I think she would try to slap him.”

“Oh, but Xavier would never put up with that. He’d grab her wrist and yank her to him.” My fingers fly over the keys, and Riggs leans over to watch what I’m writing as his mouth whispers near my ear. “He’s hard as stone, and she feels it against her hip.”

I write out some snarky dialogue from Sophia, and Riggs commentates for the filthy-mouthed Xavier. “I think he would grab the back of her hair, and when he sees how turned on she is, he gets rougher. Tells her she has two choices. He’s either going to fuck her mouth or her tight little ass.”

“Ooh, I like,” I tell him, rearranging the words in my head and allowing them to flow like a river through my keyboard. “She’s an anal virgin, so of course she’ll choose oral.”

“Are you an anal virgin, Libby?” Riggs rasps in my ear.

My fingers fumble and typeTherrrr’s no why I let you in my ash, Xaxier.I fix my errors before shifting my eyes to the man beside me and letting my lips curl into a smirk. “No, but I’ve been told I’m as tight as one.”

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