Free Curves Envy 4 - Curvy Conquest: BBW Billionaire Romance by Scarlett Avery

Max has dinner tonight with some old friends from college who are in town visiting from Colorado. It’s one of the first Fridays where we won’t end up sleeping next to each other in a long time, but tonight it’s all about my best friends. I can connect with my man later in the weekend once his friends have left, since tomorrow morning while I’ll be enjoying a leisurely brunch with Lia, Max will be playing a few rounds of golf with his university buddies in the Hamptons.
    The day started easy, but around three-thirty, I got slammed by an insane amount of work for my column in the next issue of the paper edition of Sassy magazine. I was practically chained to my desk all afternoon until I realized I had to get out of there or else I would be seriously late to meet with my friends. At seven, I shut down my computer and I grabbed my handbag ready to make a run for it when Jennifer cornered me at the elevators looking for an update on her stupid diet pills. Were it not for the fact her five-year-old son, Malcolm, called looking to know when she was coming home after she’d been talking my ear off for twenty minutes, I’d still be standing there listening to her yap about how revolutionary the cleanse is for consumers—especially women.
    Of course, by the time I hopped in a cab, I was trapped in New York’s legendary gridlock traffic and I only got back a few minutes ago. With little time to spare, I quickly touch up my makeup and trade my dress for a pair of black pants and a gorgeous bead-trim coral tunic with three-quarter-length sleeves I bought in Brazil. I’m rushing back to the bathroom when I notice the time.
    “Crap. I can’t believe it’s a quarter past eight. I need to get out of here.”
    I put the finishing touches on my hair and run to the kitchen to grab my phone I had plugged in to recharge. In my frenzy, I knock off the bottle of diet pills Jennifer has been pestering me about for weeks now and the lid pops open, spilling little gel capsules all over the floor. “Shit!” I bend down and scoop the pills into a corner. I grab an empty box and place it on top of the mess.
    “Leo, don’t touch this. I’ll sweep it up when I return. I’m going to leave you in the bathroom so you’re not tempted to play with these.” I grab my cat to place him in a secure location far away from the pills. I’m just about to close the bathroom door behind me when my phone rings. I look at the name flashing on my screen and I instantly know I’m in trouble. Devin.
    “Hey, Dev.”
    “Where the hell are you? Are you ditching us for your god of sex? We’ve been here for twenty-five minutes and you’re a no-show, Candy.”
    “Dev, I’m on my way. It was a stupidly busy afternoon at work and Jennifer insisted on a pow-wow right as I was leaving. I swear I have my handbag on my shoulder and I’m about to leave.”
    “It’s going to take you at least thirty minutes to get here.”
    “I might be lucky. Maybe traffic has slowed down.”
    “Honey, this is New York on a beautiful Friday night, not Omaha, Nebraska. Get here fast. Lexi is already on her third drink and the girl doesn’t look like she’s going to slow down.”
    “Tell her not to get tipsy without me. I’ll be there before you know it.”

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    I slowly pry open my eyes after a night of partying with my friends and turn my face away from the bright sunshine. “We really party way too hard,” I lament to myself. I roll to my side, ready to pet Leonardo DiCaprio, but I forgot he’s still under lockup. I was too tired last night to even remove my makeup and I crashed the minute I got home. “Leo, I know you’re mad at me for locking you in the bathroom. I’m going to let you out soon. I promise,” I yell, hoping to catch my cat’s attention before selecting a playlist from my phone and dropping it on my music dock. Oh, well, he can be upset at me all he wants. I’m not ready to get up yet.
    I’m basking in a lazy Saturday morning