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

Trish is stuck in Nashville in a rainstorm and I’m about to go have a drink with the guy who paid for brunch last Sunday. You know, the one Lia was telling you about before you called me earlier.
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    Shut up. I need to know more.
     
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    Kiss. Got to go.
     
    I turn off my phone knowing full well Devin must be going out of his mind right now. I have no doubt by the time I sit next to Maximiliano he’ll have texted Lia and Lexi with the news.
    I walk back with a spring in my step and I can’t wait to have my drink with Maximiliano. He immediately gets up like a gentleman when he sees me enter the lounge. Is this really happening? I take a step forward, but stop and lift my eyes towards the ceiling speakers the minute I recognize the smooth song playing. The room is immediately engulfed in a sultry mood thanks to Canadian singer Feist. Hersexy rendition of the Bee Gees’ classic Inside and Out is a great vibe for this upscale venue . The only reason I know this song is because it’s one of Lexi’s favorites.
    As I approach our table, I notice a silver bucket cradling a bottle of champagne in a mountain of ice cubes. Before I even have time to speak, he rebuffs any objections I might have.
    “I took the liberty of ordering champagne and a few appetizers. I hope you like the selection.”
    I look down at the spread—tiny open-face sandwiches, cheese and mini pizza squares.
    “It looks delicious.” I’m impressed by the attention.
    “Why not make a splash, since it’s going to be the three of us? And let’s not forget this is sort of a celebration.”
    Huh? “What are we celebrating?”
    “What are the odds of bumping into the same woman in two different locations in a massive city like New York?” 
    “Good point. I agree, champagne is an excellent choice, but I’m afraid my cousin is stuck in Tennessee and she won’t join us.”
    “Lucky me. I get to spend more time with you.” He extends his hand to help me to my seat and I hesitate. The last time he touched me, I nearly melted and I can’t imagine my body will react any differently today. Mother of God. The second he wraps his hand around mine I go weak in the knees and he has to hold me a little closer to catch me.
    “Are you okay?”
    “These heels are a bit too high,” I lie.
    “Those heels perfectly match your bra,” he whispers in my ear.
    Lord.
    “I particularly love how they show off your bright pink toenail polish. Very sexy,” he continues before looking down at my feet.
    I’m so turned on by his proximity and his words, I can barely breathe. “Thank you,” I babble. I’d love to come up with some witty repartee, but honestly this guy leaves me tongue-tied.
    “Shall we sit?”
    I carefully slide onto the soft cognac-colored leather sofa. When I stretch my legs I notice the cozy fireplace to my right. Past his shoulder I hear some commotion to my left and realize there’s more to this lounge. Although it’s only mid-April, I can’t help but marvel at the brave souls crammed on the patio.
    “If you prefer, we can sit on the patio. It offers a magical view of New York, but since you were waiting for your cousin, Andrew thought this might be a better spot for us.”
    “No. Thank you, Maximiliano. This is perfect. It’s still a bit chilly at night and since I’m always cold, I’d rather be close to the fireplace.”
    “Before we leave, we should go up to the private VIP members’ den on the forty-first floor so you can take in New York from atop. You’ll never be able to look at the Big Apple the same way ever again.”
    He says that as if he already knows we’ll be leaving together later tonight.
    “I agree. I never get tired of seeing the city at my feet.”
    He hands me a champagne flute and holds his glass in the air. Since meeting him four days ago this is the first time I’m able to admire the different shades of browns and greens speckled in his seductive and inviting eyes. He’s