Release Day is Tuesday
March 1st, but you can add it to your goodreads shelf now.
The
first time Flynn Long sees her, she's lying on a bed in lingerie. The picture
is soft, just like her curves, and instantly he's obsessed.
Cali
Carr is at the end of her full-figure modeling career when she's hired for a
new campaign. But when the owner of the company steps out of the shadows and
starts calling the shots, a job is the last thing it feels like.
Love
at first sight isn't supposed to be real. One touch isn't supposed to ignite so
much. A single picture isn't supposed to drive a man insane. But luckily for us
it's happening in Curvy!
Warning:
Over the top isn't strong enough for
what this short story is. It's velvety sweetness coated in insta-love cheese,
and it's waiting for you to take a bite.
Chapter 1 *Flynn*
“You
told me you had this under control. That was the only reason I agreed to invest
in a women’s lingerie line.”
I
look down at the sales charts of Curved Intimates, a company we invested in
over six months ago. It’s bleeding money, and I’m close to just scrapping the
whole project and be done with the headache. I have enough on my plate as it
is.
When
you invest in as many things as Breakstone Corp does, you can’t be surprised
when not all of them work out. But I had agreed with Mark when he brought this
proposal to me. It was supposed to be the next Victoria’s Secret. The pitch was
good and the women’s market wasn’t one we had worked our way into yet. Mark
said it was something he really wanted to take on, so we went for it.
I
know shit about fashion. I pay someone to shop for me and pick out my clothes.
I know even less about women’s undergarments. Fuck, I can’t even remember the
last time I saw a real woman in her underwear.
I
run my hands over my face, trying to relieve some of the tension headache
that’s starting to build. It’s already six o’clock and it looks like I’m going
to be here another four hours at least.
“Lynn
from marketing is waiting outside. She seems to think she’s come up with
something.” Mark shifts uncomfortably, probably scared I’m going to fire him.
But this is the first time he’s ever missed the mark like this before. He’s
eager and good at his job, but if I had a wife and three kids, I’d probably
worry if I fucked up, too. You can’t win them all, and I can’t fault him for
wanting to try to branch us out to something new. It showed enthusiasm, and
it’s the very reason I’d hired him
I
flip through the last marketing ads in the folder again. They look standard,
but there’s nothing special about the pictures, nothing that draws attention.
They look like every other ad for women’s underwear you’ve ever seen. There’s
no clear branding and nothing that stands out about this line.
“I
hope it’s better than this shit.” I toss the folder back across the desk at
him.
“I’ve
been working with marketing. They have a few ideas I really like and—”
I
cut him off. I want to get this show on the road. “Mark, calm down. I’m not
going to fire you over this. We’ll hear marketing’s ideas, and we either do
them or we drop the whole fucking thing.”
Mark
nods before heading over towards the door, letting Lynn into my office. She
shuffles over to my desk clutching a pile of binders so high I can’t even see
her face. The stack almost looks bigger than her. I’m not sure how she’s made
it all the way up here with them.
“Sir,
can I get you or anyone else a drink?” Sally, my assistant, asks as she stands
in the doorway to my office. I know the only reason she’s offering is because
other people are in here. She stopped getting me my coffee years ago, telling
me she didn’t have a degree in business so she could waste it on fetching
coffee. She’s an expensive pain in the ass I couldn’t live without. Luckily for
me, her kids are off in college and her husband doesn’t seem to mind the long
hours I often need her to work. I have a feeling she’s made me dependent on her
on purpose. There’s no way I could fire her or her smart mouth.
“I’m
good, Sally.” I look to Lynn and Mark, who both say, “No, thanks,” before Lynn
goes back to trying to get her binders in the order she likes. One falls off
the top, landing open, making my whole body go still at the image.
The
woman in the photo is lying on a bed, her legs in the air and crossed at the
ankles. She has on fishnet stockings that lead up her legs to her thick thighs.
She’s wearing high-waisted black underwear that shows off her wide hips, giving
her an old-school pinup feel, and a sexy bra that barely contains her full
breasts, the material just covering the essentials. Every part of her is thick
and luscious. All the blood in my body flows to my dick. I’ve never had a
reaction like this to a woman. I’m too old to get a fucking hard-on from seeing
a woman in a picture. She’s not even naked. Just the sight of her in her
underwear has me nearly bursting in my slacks.
I
see Mark out of the corner of my eye as he takes a step towards my desk to see
what’s caught my attention. I slam the binder closed, not wanting him to see
her. Possessiveness flows through me, and I look at Lynn, who’s still going
through the binders. When I look at Mark, he has his eyebrows raised in
question.
I
pick the binder up and open it to show Lynn. When Mark takes another step to
see what I’m showing her, I can’t hold back.
“Don’t,”
I bite out, making him pause, the confusion on his face growing. “Who is this?”
I demand, needing more information on her. Anything.
“Oh.
Just an idea I was thinking about. Going a little old school with some of the
looks and appealing to all body types.”
“Her
name?” I push, and she reaches for the binder. I pull it back, not wanting it
taken from me. Almost like a toddler with his favorite toy.
“If
you flip a few pages, it should be in the front. Before her pictures start,”
she says, seeing that I’m not going to give her back the binder.
I
turn the book around to me and hurriedly flip through the pages until I get to
the front.
Cali
Carr.
Measurements:
40”/32”/48” (Bust/Waist/Hips)
Dress
size: 14 Shoe Size: 8
I
turn the page, hoping there’s another picture of her. The one on the bed made
it hard to see her face. I flip to the next page, and I literally have to sit
down in my chair. She’s smirking in the picture. Her full lips are just as lush
as the rest of her. Her skin is flawless, a creamy white making the little
freckles that sprinkle her upturned button nose even more noticeable.
But
what really got me are her stunning eyes. They’re a deep green like nothing
I’ve never seen before. In contrast with her red hair, they are unmissable.
“Sir,”
I hear Lynn say, and I look up at her. I have no idea how long I’ve been
staring at the picture.
“I
want her.”
“Okay.
I’ll put her on the list. I have a few more for you to look at.”
She
tries to hand me another binder, but I have no desire to look at pictures of
other women. What would be the point? They’d all pale in comparison. I’ve just
seen perfection and I know nothing could beat it.
“No.
I’ll leave it to you and Mark to handpick the rest of the girls for the shoot.”
I stand up from my chair.
“Or
course, sir. We’ll get it all worked out.”
“The
shoot will be next week,” I tell them. I want to see her as soon as possible.
“I
don’t think—”
“It
will be next weekend. If the model’s photographer or something can’t make it,
book someone else. But she,” I hold up the binder with her picture in it,
“better be there. I don’t care what it costs.”
Standing
up, I hold the binder in front of my crotch to hide my erection. I click the
intercom.
“Sally,
can you call my driver? I’m going down,” I inform her.
“Leaving
already?” I can hear the shock in her voice.
“Yes.”
I release the button. “Feel free to use my office until you’re done. I’ll see
you tomorrow, Mark.” I head for the door with the binder still in front of me,
hiding my very prominent arousal. I stop before I exit. “Send me any and all
information you have on her, Lynn.”
“You’ll
have it this evening,” she says, looking at me with big eyes.
I
nod before exiting my office. I had better things to do tonight than spend it
in my office. I have a binder half-full of pictures of my Cali.
Alexa
Riley is two sassy friends who got together and wrote some dirty books. They
are both married moms of two who love football, donuts, and obsessed book
heroes.
They
specialize in insta-love, over-the-top, sweet, and cheesy love stories that
don’t take all year to read. If you want something SAFE, short, and always with
a happily ever after, then Alexa Riley is for you!
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