Ella's Easter Eggs (BBW & Billionaire) Read Online Free
Author: Alexis Ayres
house. No one else was in there.
With separators, clothes, and drawings on the wall, it was a fully functioning design studio. There were tiny changing rooms everywhere, with a little staging section and a couch in the main room. It reminded me of one of those bridal studios that you see on television. But much more elegant, with dim and sexy lighting.
Off to the side, there was even a kitchen. I breathed a sigh of relief once I got in. I had been saved. The next three days would be tolerable, and I wouldn't even have Katrina breathing down my neck.
"Okay!" Debra grinned, rolling a rack of underwear towards me. "Here are your first items! This is the easy part. We don't even need to be here. You're going to try on each lingerie set, make a comment about it on the clipboard, then snap a quick polaroid of yourself. Thanks again for helping us out."
"Sounds easy enough."
"Oh, and there's some champagne in the mini-fridge," she said, winking. "Help yourself."
This was definitely my kind of job.
CHAPTER FOUR
FIT MODEL
As the day progressed, I discovered that it really was my kind of job. Trying on each lingerie set and filling out the questionnaire was highly satisfying. It made me feel like I was actually doing something productive for other plus-sized women. There were tons of sets that I rated low for being "too grandma" or having "way too much coverage."
I became familiar with all of the brands, and quickly realized what De Maio Designs was doing. By getting my feedback on their competitors' designs, they would be able to move forward with the concepts that worked for real women. It really was a brilliant idea.
By the time Debra returned, I'd already tried on about three dozen outfits.
"Whoa!" she said, picking up one of my feedback forms. "You've really put a lot of feedback on here!"
"Sorry, I'm super opinionated," I smiled.
"No, this is great!" she smiled, gathering up the photos and forms. "I'm gonna take these down to Dash right now."
Dash. I was becoming curious as to whether or not I'd get to meet this mysterious man, who'd inflamed the anger of practically every woman in the country.
"How's the party going?"
"Oh, great!" Debra smiled. "Are you okay being stuck back here all by your lonesome?"
"YES!" I said emphatically. "Believe it or not, this is the best thing that's happened to me all week."
"Crack into the champagne," she gestured towards the mini-fridge again. "You've given us a ton of feedback, and you're going through the sets really fast."
As Debra took off with my feedback and pictures in tow, I meandered over to the mini-fridge. She didn't need to ask me again. When I opened the tiny door, I was shocked to find the fridge completely stocked with Dom Perignon.
"Don't mind if I do!" I sighed, popping open a bottle and pouring some bubbly into one of the champagne flutes nearby.
There were still so many outfits to try. There were even some costumes, which I found really fun. One of them, labeled, "Rainbow Faerie," was beyond adorable. The sheer, multi-colored fabric panties were high-cut and extremely flattering, matching the push-up bra that was connected to a pair of tiny wings on the back. I decided to put on a pair of heels that were hanging out in the corner, then checked myself out in the mirror before I took a quick polaroid.
It was so cute I didn't even want to take it off. Twirling around in the mirror again, I grabbed my cell phone and took a quick selfie to send to Carlo. While I was composing an appropriately sexy text to go along with the picture, a deep male voice from the front of the cottage suddenly interrupted me.
"You get to keep all that stuff, you know!"
"Oh, God..." I was so embarrassed.
Taking a selfie during a modeling job? How unprofessional. I wanted to crawl into a hole somewhere.
The man revealed himself, stepping into the light of the staging area.
"Hi, I'm Dash."
Dash De Maio himself. The enemy of beautiful bigger women everywhere. In the flesh. And
With separators, clothes, and drawings on the wall, it was a fully functioning design studio. There were tiny changing rooms everywhere, with a little staging section and a couch in the main room. It reminded me of one of those bridal studios that you see on television. But much more elegant, with dim and sexy lighting.
Off to the side, there was even a kitchen. I breathed a sigh of relief once I got in. I had been saved. The next three days would be tolerable, and I wouldn't even have Katrina breathing down my neck.
"Okay!" Debra grinned, rolling a rack of underwear towards me. "Here are your first items! This is the easy part. We don't even need to be here. You're going to try on each lingerie set, make a comment about it on the clipboard, then snap a quick polaroid of yourself. Thanks again for helping us out."
"Sounds easy enough."
"Oh, and there's some champagne in the mini-fridge," she said, winking. "Help yourself."
This was definitely my kind of job.
CHAPTER FOUR
FIT MODEL
As the day progressed, I discovered that it really was my kind of job. Trying on each lingerie set and filling out the questionnaire was highly satisfying. It made me feel like I was actually doing something productive for other plus-sized women. There were tons of sets that I rated low for being "too grandma" or having "way too much coverage."
I became familiar with all of the brands, and quickly realized what De Maio Designs was doing. By getting my feedback on their competitors' designs, they would be able to move forward with the concepts that worked for real women. It really was a brilliant idea.
By the time Debra returned, I'd already tried on about three dozen outfits.
"Whoa!" she said, picking up one of my feedback forms. "You've really put a lot of feedback on here!"
"Sorry, I'm super opinionated," I smiled.
"No, this is great!" she smiled, gathering up the photos and forms. "I'm gonna take these down to Dash right now."
Dash. I was becoming curious as to whether or not I'd get to meet this mysterious man, who'd inflamed the anger of practically every woman in the country.
"How's the party going?"
"Oh, great!" Debra smiled. "Are you okay being stuck back here all by your lonesome?"
"YES!" I said emphatically. "Believe it or not, this is the best thing that's happened to me all week."
"Crack into the champagne," she gestured towards the mini-fridge again. "You've given us a ton of feedback, and you're going through the sets really fast."
As Debra took off with my feedback and pictures in tow, I meandered over to the mini-fridge. She didn't need to ask me again. When I opened the tiny door, I was shocked to find the fridge completely stocked with Dom Perignon.
"Don't mind if I do!" I sighed, popping open a bottle and pouring some bubbly into one of the champagne flutes nearby.
There were still so many outfits to try. There were even some costumes, which I found really fun. One of them, labeled, "Rainbow Faerie," was beyond adorable. The sheer, multi-colored fabric panties were high-cut and extremely flattering, matching the push-up bra that was connected to a pair of tiny wings on the back. I decided to put on a pair of heels that were hanging out in the corner, then checked myself out in the mirror before I took a quick polaroid.
It was so cute I didn't even want to take it off. Twirling around in the mirror again, I grabbed my cell phone and took a quick selfie to send to Carlo. While I was composing an appropriately sexy text to go along with the picture, a deep male voice from the front of the cottage suddenly interrupted me.
"You get to keep all that stuff, you know!"
"Oh, God..." I was so embarrassed.
Taking a selfie during a modeling job? How unprofessional. I wanted to crawl into a hole somewhere.
The man revealed himself, stepping into the light of the staging area.
"Hi, I'm Dash."
Dash De Maio himself. The enemy of beautiful bigger women everywhere. In the flesh. And
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