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.
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