Dangerous Curves 2: The Good Girl (A Billionaire and BBW erotica romance) Read Online Free Page A
Author: Melody Banks
why did I owe her an answer? All my life I’d lived what you could call a “risk-averse” existence. I never took chances. I tried my best to play it safe, to keep from getting hurt. I’d been the good girl for all my life.
And guess where that left me? Bored, lonely, and sad.
It was only once I started taking risks that things began brightening up in my life. Even so, I understood Katie’s point. Nicholas Colby was a notorious playboy, and thirty days was not a long amount of time. We were already more than a week into it.
Katie shrugged off my questioning, and spent the rest of our time together – a paltry thirty minutes – playing around on her iPhone. Then she gave me what sounded like a flimsy excuse, and bailed on getting dinner.
What was the deal today? Everyone was making plans with me, only to immediately break them. It was depressing.
By the time Davis dropped me off at home, all I wanted to do was crawl in bed and forget this day had ever happened.
# # #
I thought Sunday evening would never get here. It had turned out to be a terrible weekend. After our crappy Friday night conversation, I’d tried calling Katie all weekend, to no avail. She’d finally texted on Sunday afternoon to say she wasn’t feeling well and that she’d call me Monday.
I had spent most of the day feeling down in the dumps, the only bright spot my impending date with Nick.
As requested, I had Davis drive me to Nick’s penthouse before taking me to the airport. Nick had said there would be a surprise there waiting for me, and boy was there, ever!
As soon as I stepped inside, Nick’s butler, Marlowe, handed me a black gift bag. Attached to the outside of the bag was a small red envelope, containing what appeared to be a car key, along with a note that said:
Bring this. Wear that.
-Nick
The “wear that” part was pretty self explanatory. Inside the gift bag, wrapped in tissue paper, was the most beautiful dress I had ever seen: a slinky black gown, with lacy, see-through sleeves and back. After asking Marlowe for directions, I ducked into the nearby restroom and changed into the gorgeous dress. It was skin tight, hugging my ample body in all the right places. Although, given its form-fitting design and its lacy back, it left very little to the imagination and offered very little coverage.
I felt slightly self-conscious wearing it, though I remembered what Nick had told me on Day One: he would push me past my comfort zone. Well, this dress was certainly past my comfort zone!
I wondered where he’d gotten it? There were no tags inside, which left me both surprised and relieved.
Surprised , because: what kind of outfit came with no tags? And relieved, because: without the tags, there was nothing to remind me that I wore a size 18. I bristled at the thought of Nick going into some plus-size shop to purchase this outfit. Sadly, even in New York, few stores catered to girls my size (which I found to be fairly ridiculous, considering the average American woman is far from a size 2). My clothing options have always been sadly limited, which only added to my curiosity of where Nick had found such a gown.
Try as I might, I could not picture Nicholas Colby heading into Lane Bryant or Catherine’s and asking to see their evening gowns. I actually found myself giggling a little bit at the thought. It was an amusing mental image, though, to picture Nick – who, at times, had the paparazzi in tow – making his way out of the mall clutching a Lane Bryant shopping bag. Not that Lane Bryant or Catherine’s usually carried dresses this extravagant, anyway, but that was beside the point. Since I was not thin enough to shop in the “normal” stores, Nick would most certainly have had to visit – or instructed one of his assistants to visit – a plus-size shop in order to procure this gown. I pushed that thought out of my head. I was not going to let my insecurities over my weight intrude on this
And guess where that left me? Bored, lonely, and sad.
It was only once I started taking risks that things began brightening up in my life. Even so, I understood Katie’s point. Nicholas Colby was a notorious playboy, and thirty days was not a long amount of time. We were already more than a week into it.
Katie shrugged off my questioning, and spent the rest of our time together – a paltry thirty minutes – playing around on her iPhone. Then she gave me what sounded like a flimsy excuse, and bailed on getting dinner.
What was the deal today? Everyone was making plans with me, only to immediately break them. It was depressing.
By the time Davis dropped me off at home, all I wanted to do was crawl in bed and forget this day had ever happened.
# # #
I thought Sunday evening would never get here. It had turned out to be a terrible weekend. After our crappy Friday night conversation, I’d tried calling Katie all weekend, to no avail. She’d finally texted on Sunday afternoon to say she wasn’t feeling well and that she’d call me Monday.
I had spent most of the day feeling down in the dumps, the only bright spot my impending date with Nick.
As requested, I had Davis drive me to Nick’s penthouse before taking me to the airport. Nick had said there would be a surprise there waiting for me, and boy was there, ever!
As soon as I stepped inside, Nick’s butler, Marlowe, handed me a black gift bag. Attached to the outside of the bag was a small red envelope, containing what appeared to be a car key, along with a note that said:
Bring this. Wear that.
-Nick
The “wear that” part was pretty self explanatory. Inside the gift bag, wrapped in tissue paper, was the most beautiful dress I had ever seen: a slinky black gown, with lacy, see-through sleeves and back. After asking Marlowe for directions, I ducked into the nearby restroom and changed into the gorgeous dress. It was skin tight, hugging my ample body in all the right places. Although, given its form-fitting design and its lacy back, it left very little to the imagination and offered very little coverage.
I felt slightly self-conscious wearing it, though I remembered what Nick had told me on Day One: he would push me past my comfort zone. Well, this dress was certainly past my comfort zone!
I wondered where he’d gotten it? There were no tags inside, which left me both surprised and relieved.
Surprised , because: what kind of outfit came with no tags? And relieved, because: without the tags, there was nothing to remind me that I wore a size 18. I bristled at the thought of Nick going into some plus-size shop to purchase this outfit. Sadly, even in New York, few stores catered to girls my size (which I found to be fairly ridiculous, considering the average American woman is far from a size 2). My clothing options have always been sadly limited, which only added to my curiosity of where Nick had found such a gown.
Try as I might, I could not picture Nicholas Colby heading into Lane Bryant or Catherine’s and asking to see their evening gowns. I actually found myself giggling a little bit at the thought. It was an amusing mental image, though, to picture Nick – who, at times, had the paparazzi in tow – making his way out of the mall clutching a Lane Bryant shopping bag. Not that Lane Bryant or Catherine’s usually carried dresses this extravagant, anyway, but that was beside the point. Since I was not thin enough to shop in the “normal” stores, Nick would most certainly have had to visit – or instructed one of his assistants to visit – a plus-size shop in order to procure this gown. I pushed that thought out of my head. I was not going to let my insecurities over my weight intrude on this
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