Page 203 of The Virgin Romance Novelist Chronicles
His comment didn’t help. I popped off the table and secured the robe around my waist. “How dare you, sir?” I held on to my stomach. “I don’t know what you mean by options, but I will tell you this, despite the fact that my boyfriend might be a workaholic who doesn’t want to have sex with me anymore, I will by no means give up this baby.” With my head held high, I grabbed my belongings and tore out of the examination room, while calling over my shoulder, “Good day!”
The walk home wasn’t as freeing as I thought it would be after storming out of a doctor’s office and standing up for my unborn child . . . since I was practically naked and barefoot.
But I didn’t focus on the weird stares . . . fromeveryone, or the way my robe kept flapping in the wind, dangerously almost exposing Virginia to the world. Instead, I tried to think of ways to attract Henry once again.
I knew he loved me . . .he had to. Maybe if I stepped up my sex factor for him—put on a little display of cleavage—he’d find me attractive again and not leave me the minute I told him I was pregnant.
I pulled my phone out of my purse and texted Delaney.
Rosie:I need you to sex me up for this party. Henry isn’t going to know what hit him when he sees me.
Satisfied with my plan to keep my baby daddy, I finished the trek across New York City.
Tasha who?
* * *
“Don’t burn my skin,” I screeched, feeling the heat of the curling iron close to my scalp.
“Yell at me one more time. Go ahead,” Delaney said.
I’d been jumpy, irritated, irrational, moody, emotional, and a whole plethora of other emotions since I got back from the doctor. I didn’t say a word to anyone; instead, I went straight to the fridge, stuck my head inside, and ate leftover pizza straight off the plate, like a pig at its trough, not even bothering to use my hands.
The cold felt good on my heated body, and the pizza delighted my gullet as I practically swallowed it whole. I’d just finished gobbling down the crust when Delaney showed up at the apartment, armed with a militia of beauty products and styling devices that looked like they belonged in an electric dildo chamber of tortures.
I didn’t want to tell anyone about the pregnancy yet, because honestly, I was still in denial, even though it all made sense.
Who missed their period and didn’t realize it? I was THAT girl. If I thought about it, I guess at the time I was happy I didn’t get a visit from Aunt Flo, so I could continue to have sex.
Ugh, randy much?
“You need to settle down. You’ve been sweating this entire time. Your makeup is going to melt off.”
I aired out my shirt by fanning it away from my body. “It’s hot in here.”
“It’s a normal temperature. You’re just being a complete freak. Now settle down and look in my purse. There’s something special in there for you. You want to get sexed up; well, I’ve got just the trick that will have Henry panting for your attention.”
There was a questioning rise to my eyebrow before I grabbed her purse and pulled out a small bag.
“Look inside.” She nodded at the present.
I set her purse down and peeked into the bag. At the bottom were two gold-colored marble-looking objects connected by a string. “What are these?” I asked, pulling them out and holding them up.
“Those are what are going to separate you from everyone else at the party tonight.”
“Is it a necklace?” I held the balls to my collarbone and observed them in the mirror. Delaney continued to curl my hair, but managed an eye-roll for good measure. “I don’t normally wear chunky jewelry, but I could possibly make these work.”
“It’s not a necklace, Rosie,” Delaney said, exasperation clear in her voice. “Those are Ben Wa balls.”
“What are Ben—?” I paused as the name sunk in. “The vagina marbles fromFifty Shades of Grey?”
Delaney proudly smiled. “The very same.”
“Are you insane? I’m not going to use these. How would these even relate to being sexy?”
Delaney released my hair from the curling iron and let it fall over my shoulder. “Of course you’re going to use them. They will be perfect. When you get to the party, slip into the bathroom quickly, insert them up there, and then walk out to Henry with a mischievous smile on your face. He will ask you what’s going on, and very gently, you will press your hand against his chest and lean toward his ear and whisper that you’re clenching those balls, pretending they’re his penis. He will go wild.”
I give her a wincing look. “Sounds like a really bad idea.”
