Free Curves Envy - Alphas Love Curves: BBW Billionaire Romance by Scarlett Avery

disarming smile he revealed before walking away last Sunday.
    “No. It’s my first time. My cousin prefers these types of cool places. I’m more low-key.”
    “You could have fooled me with the way you look tonight. You fit right in.”
    Holy hell. It’s either dangerously hot in this hotel or I’ve hit menopause twenty-five years before my time. “Thank you for the compliment,” I say, lowering my eyes before catching a quick glimpse at his stylish shoes.
    “Here we go.” He gestures for me to pass in front of him as we enter the lounge.
    We barely have time to enter the bar when a voice calls his name. “Mr. Keller, it’s a pleasure to see you again. Would you like your usual table?” An elegant man in an impeccable pinstripe blue suit approaches Maximiliano with a hand already extended.
    “Andrew, it’s always a pleasure to see you again. Perhaps you might seat us at the front. My friend Candice here is expecting her cousin and I’d love for her to join me for a drink as she waits. Candice, I’d like to introduce you to Andrew. He’s the manager extraordinaire here.”
    “Mr. Keller, you flatter me. Candice, thank you for joining us tonight.” Andrew extends his hands and gives me one of those politician handshakes, grabbing my extended hand in both of his.
    “It’s a pleasure meeting you as well, Andrew.”
    “Mr. Keller, if you can give me a few minutes, I’ll ask Miguel to clean out the table on the corner over there. It’s private enough, but offers a great view of the entrance. Candice will immediately know when her cousin arrives.”
    “Andrew, I like the way you think.” Maximiliano is shaking hands with Andrew again and patting him on the shoulder.
    I quickly scan the room to spot my cousin, but a wave of excitement washes over me when I don’t notice the tall leggy blonde. Yes. I won’t lie, I’m dying to know more about my mystery admirer who I’ve serendipitously met again and having my cousin around would be a major buzzkill. Not to mention she’d throw herself at him.
    “I hope you don’t mind my forwardness, but when a woman flashes me, I’m compelled to know more about her,” Maximiliano says, curling up his lips in a half smile.
    “I didn’t flash you. It was a wardrobe malfunction.”
    “Sure. If you say so.” He grins. “Don’t get me wrong. I’m not complaining. You’re a beautiful woman and I’m lucky you accepted my invitation.”
    “Thank you.” I blush. Men usually compliment me on my eyes and lips. They’ll use words like ‘beautiful eyes’ or ‘your lips are luscious.’ I’ve been called pretty, cute and even charming. I’ve dated men who were callous enough to suggest I could be pretty if I wasn’t plus-size, but I usually dump their asses when they say hurtful things like that. No one has ever just called me beautiful like Maximiliano did.
    “Not to mention, you have a lot to offer.” He lowers his eyes and fixates his gaze on my cleavage. He’s so shamelessly bold and I known I should be offended by his insinuations since we only officially met a few minutes ago, but I can’t help repress a smile.
    “You now know my dirty little secret. I love to flash strangers in posh New York hotels. I should go to rehab, but it’s an addiction I never satisfy no matter how many times I expose myself to men.”
    We both smile.
    “You have a great sense of humor.” He holds my gaze a second too long and I turn my head to break the intense connection between us.
    Down, girl. He’s a stranger flirting. He most likely has a harem waiting for him at home.
    Andrew comes back at the exact same moment my phone rings. I look at the number flashing and I swallow hard. Damn. There goes my chance to get to know him.
    “I’m sorry, Maximiliano. It’s my cousin. I’m going to step out for a few seconds to find out when she’ll arrive and I’ll be right back.”
    “I’ll be over there and I’ll wait for you.” He winks.
    “I shouldn’t be