Free Curves Envy 3 - Claimed By An Alpha: BBW Billionaire Romance by Scarlett Avery

rescue.”
    “Why would Deidre need to rescue a grown man like you from a woman?”
    “I couldn’t push Bruna away from me under the scrutiny of over twenty-five of the top media outlets in the country and a dozen international reporters without raising suspicion. I wasn’t going to make it easy for the press to spin this stupid incident into something it wasn’t. Deidra rounded up a couple of handsome men who were more than happy to cut in and continue dancing with Bruna, making it possible for me to exit the dance floor without ruffling any feathers.”
    “So what? You were able to get away for a few minutes. From what I understand, Bruna doesn’t take no for an answer. When she has her sights set on a man, he inevitably succumbs to her charms.”
    “Bruna’s reputation precedes her. It’s a very well-known fact in the industry she’s willing to do anything to advance her career. From what I hear, her sister is also a handful. I guess we were lucky because we only had to deal with one diva on the set today,” he says, looking away for an instant. “Both Deidra and I hesitated in booking Bruna, but it’s hard to ignore her popularity and her legion of adoring fans. On her Facebook page alone she has over seventeen thousand fans from around the world and most of those are women we want to reach, not to mention she’s a heck of a lot easier to book than megastar supermodel Ashley Graham. I was willing to make the sacrifice of forcing our crew to deal with a diva because she’s worth it and I knew I’d rarely cross her path.”
    I turn my head and look at him sideways, still trying to size him up. Is he telling me the truth or is he lying to me? “You could be blowing smoke up my ass.” I defiantly cross my arms over my chest to create some sort of a barrier between us.
    “Honey, why would I waste my time blowing smoke up your behind when I could fuck your ass instead?” Holy shit. I didn’t see that coming. “What was the last thing I told you when I called you at the party?”
    I’m still so intoxicated by his dirty talk, it’s impossible for me to think straight. I search his eyes for an answer, but his raised eyebrows greet me.
    “I don’t remember. A lot has happened tonight,” I murmur, regretting I’ve allowed Bruna and my blinding jealousy to allow me to forget parts of our chat.
    “I guess you weren’t paying attention… unless my words meant nothing to you.” Oh, God. What did he say that was so important? I rack my brain trying to replay our conversation in my head, but I’m afraid it’s been too long of an evening to recall our brief exchange. “I told you tonight I’d only have eyes for you and I meant it. I know what we share started out in a kinky fashion on the forty-first floor of a luxurious New York hotel, but in time I’ve found myself impatiently looking forward to seeing you again. Heck, most days, I’d start my mental countdown after lunch.” Seriously? “I was hoping we could have slipped out of the party early so I could have whisked you up to my penthouse suite. I would have been able to confess to you behind closed doors how I want much more than what we’ve shared so far.”
    Did he say he wants more?
    “Max, none of this is making sense to me. I know you haven’t made any commitment to me and we’re seeing each other casually, and I’m okay with that.” I’m babbling aloud, afraid my decision to leave the party early might have caused him to reconsider what we share.
    “I was hoping we might be able to change things.”
    “Change what?”
    “Since we’re both single… I was thinking we might want to share something less casual.” He grins from ear to ear and I melt inside. Oh my God, is he saying what I think he’s saying? “Neither of us is seeing anyone else and we’re a pretty incredible match in the bedroom, or at the back of a SUV, and I thoroughly enjoy your company.” We both laugh. “Candy, if we make things a little bit more