She should have laughed it off. Instead, she felt her throat tighten.
"Scared of what?" she snapped.
Her reputation preceded her like a shadow. "Nympho," they whispered. "Man-eater." "Too much." She’d heard it all. But none of them understood. It wasn't about sex, not really. It was about satisfaction —the deep, bone-level kind that came from being truly, devastatingly seen. And Kimora Quin had never, not once, been fully satisfied. Nympho - Kimora Quin - Keeping Kimora Satisfied...
"That I might actually fill you up," he said. "And then what would you have to chase?" She should have laughed it off