Free The Girl With The Curves #1 (Positive Curves, #1) by Iris Deorre Page A

exaggerated collar, grey waistcoat, grey jacket and grey skirt, she was set to go. She walked into the building with a slight spring in her step, victory was so close and yet so far but getting that far was enough to make her feel proud.
    Harley was directed to the sixth floor and as soon as her charcoal heels hit the sixth floor her heart sunk. There she was, the high school nightmare. She had the same long healthy blond hair, legs so long that didn’t seem to get wider the higher up they went. Blue eyes, sharp nose and a face of an angel. The girl who had won the genetic lottery many times over.
    ‘Don’t buy into that, it’s just the media that has portrayed this type of woman. ’ Harley could hear Amber’s voice in the back of her head. ‘You’re beautiful and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.’ The voice got fainter the closer she got to the woman.
    The woman looked up at her and smiled only slightly, Harley smiled. There was a nervous guy on the opposite side who was obviously annoying the blonde goddess. The huff that came out of her nostrils was almost enough to blow fire out of them if that were possible.
    Harley made herself comfortable besides nervous guy and just then a woman walked out and screeched for the blonde woman.
    ‘Angelina Stone?’
    ‘That’s me.’ Angelina waved her hand only using the top of her fingers. She picked up the fancy case and modelled her way into the interview room.
    ‘Harley,’ Harley introduced herself to the nervous guy who was sweating profusely.
    Sweat patches had begun to form under his arms and beads of sweat patterned his forehead.
    ‘Thomas,’ he heaved like a sprinter out of breath.
    ‘Let me guess, top of your class?’
    He nodded and quickly reached for an inhaler. After two drags he asked the same.
    ‘Yep.’ Harley liked him despite the heavy sweating. ‘You know we won’t get this job.’ Harley added.
    ‘I figured that out when I saw that beautiful blonde walk through the door.’
    Harley nodded. Whether society accepted it or not, looks played a big part in the selection process.
    ‘Congratulations for getting this far,’ said Harley.
    ‘Yeah, you too.’
    ‘At least I can go home proud.’ She tried to make herself feel better but her heart had already given up.
    They sat in comfortable silence except for the heavy breathing between them. After thirty minutes had passed the leggy blonde walked by as if she were on a runway not giving any of them a second glance. Harley sighed, it was obvious, the next step was just protocol. The company had obviously made their choice.
    Thomas was called in next. He looked at Harley and her heart bled. All she could think about were the days when the school nurse would arrive to take their weight. The times Harley had taken a note home that suggested her Mother look into seeking a dietician, she had felt like that all over again.
    Harley waited impatiently. Nerves scurried up and down her body adjusting the pace of her heart, tightening her stomach and restricting her throat. It was a nightmare wide awake. A walking living nightmare! Twenty minutes later Thomas walked out looking like he’d just come stepped out of a wrestling ring as the looser. Rosy cheeks, heavy breathing he walked past Harley as quickly as possible. This only sent her heart speeding and crashing up against the wall of her chest.
    ‘Harley Moyer, they’ll see you next.’
    Harley swallowed back hard, shut her eyes and said a quick prayer. Anything for comfort would do just fine. Harley took bold confident steps like a lioness in a jungle even though deep down a mouse was a more appropriate simile. The tiny secretary pushed open a door and nodded Harley into the room of three men in dark suits. The lioness had disappeared and had become a deer surrounded by three hyenas. But as she looked up and adjusted her shoulders and took back the role of jungle queen, even though it was pretence one man caught her eye.
    Harley wasn’t one to go