Page 91 of Marrying the Billionaire Single Dad
I choke, then reach for my coffee, and take a healthy sip.
Karina pats me on my back, "You okay?"
"Yeah."
"Something I said?" Isla watches me with a curious gaze.
"Orgasms," I mumble. "If there’s one thing the man got right, it was that."
"I knew it!" Isla giggles. "How many O's have you had since you got together with that panty-melting hunk?"
"Too many to keep track of," I grumble.
"Ooh." Isla fans herself, "That’s sooo hot; don’t stop. At least, I can live vicariously."
"Get your own." I frown.
"I do, babe." She nods, "Ben keeps me happy."
"Ben?" Karina asks. "You have a boyfriend?"
"My vibrator."
I choke again, this time on the gasp that has me inhaling the spit in my mouth. Jeez. "Sorry," I finally manage to rasp.
"You named your vibrator?" Karina chuckles, "Good move."
"It makes the experience much more intimate, you get me?" Isla laughs.
"Oh, one dick’s as good as another. The name only gets in the way," Karina jokes.
"Unless the name is Arpad, huh?"
Karina jerks her head in my direction, her features taking on a stunned expression, then she nods. "You’re perceptive."
"You sound surprised." I take in her features. "Ah," I nod, "I see."
"What?" She tilts her head.
"You thought I was the nanny, so clearly, someone who doesn’t have much ambition, or an IQ, for that matter. And then, of course, I’m screwing Damian so, well, how could I possibly be anything other than a bimbo, huh?"
Karina winces, sips from her cup, "Guilty."
"You’re not denying it?" I blink.
"Why should I?" She glances between me and Isla, "I admit, that’s what I thought about both of you, actually."
Isla gapes, "Gee, thanks." She frowns, "Straight talk is okay and all, but thank God, I don’t suffer from that affliction."
Karina does a slow blink, then laughs, "I like both of you."
"Thanks," I mutter.
"No, really." She glances between us again. "I admit, I had you girls down as… Well, there’s a type who hang around the Seven. You have to understand, in my line of business I see a lot of things—"
"You mean, thanks to the security agency you run?"
She nods. "It’s a man’s business I am in. I mean, what isn’t? But this one, particularly. And then, having to make a success of it... I admit, it’s probably increased my testosterone levels to a degree even I am not comfortable with."
