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

jelly at the knees; her head was always on the ground that such gorgeousness evaded her.  The man in the middle sat back and observed the woman who’d just walked in. He had jet black hair, soft grey eyes, a sharp edged nose. One could tell that height was one of his strong features just by looking at his long limbs.
    ‘Please have a seat Miss Moyer.’ His voice travelled like a warm breeze over her skin.
    Everything about him made her body tingle, made the heat rise to the surface of her beautiful ebony skin. No one had ever commanded such feelings from her body ever.
    ‘I’m Sebastian Forrest majority share holder and managing director of Forrest Evening post.’
    Harley nodded.
    ‘To my right is Timothy Elkhart, part shareholder and chairman and to my left is Gavin Porter my right hand man.’
    Both men nodded. Timothy was grey and was probably nearing retirement, Gavin looked late thirties and Sebastian early forties. Sebastian couldn’t take his eyes off her. It had been his persistence to keep putting her through. Not only was she brilliant and good at what she did, there was something interestingly different about her. Sebastian liked different.
    The interview had been tough, the men fired questions at her and at times Harley would loose her footing but never for too long. She was going to fight, the man in the middle was worth the fight and there was something between them both parties had picked up on. But that had been a big misconception; things weren’t as they seemed. It wasn’t fireworks that flew between them or maybe it was but the day Harley landed the job – which came as a surprise because instead of one post, Forest Evening post had decided to create a second post which allowed her to be their second choice – she soon discovered what it meant to hate the sexiest man she’d ever met. Mr Sebastian Forrest would soon become her worst nightmare!

Chapter Two
    Cheese, grapes, crackers and After Eights had been placed artistically on a wooden board. Susannah Forrest popped another grape into her mouth as she gazed at the crackling fire. Sebastian walked in, pulling loose his tie and swinging the suit jacket across one of the very expensive Victorian chairs.
    ‘Must you litter our living space with your clothes?’
    ‘I don’t see why it bothers you, it isn’t like any of your manicured fingers will ever do a hard days work.’
    ‘That’s besides the point Sebastian.’ Susannah picked up another grape and slotted it past her ruby lips.
    Sebastian studied his wife of twenty years. Her long milky limbs stretched out across the white Victorian settee. Her dark hair flowed past her shoulders to mid back. It was thick and glossy and had been kept by a hairdresser named Eva since the first day a curl rooted out of her tiny head.
    He walked over to the table that sat at the end of the room and poured a glass of scotch. It was a welcomed taste, the day had been hectic as usual and the home front wasn’t any less of a battlefield.
    ‘So have you slept with the new graduate yet, touched her bum?’
    He took another gulp of the strong drink and watched her carefully. Susannah had been especially handpicked by his mother. His father called it breeding.
    ‘We must marry within the same class,’ he’d said.
    At the time it had meant absolutely nothing to him, he was young and Sebastian couldn’t keep his dick in his pants even if they paid him too. Class was just a word, something his father tried to preserve but as the years went on it was proving very difficult. His sister for one had run off with a vagabond, words according to his father.
    ‘We don’t use such words father.’ Sebastian had said but it had fallen on deaf ears.
    ‘What do you care if I have or I haven’t?’ He took another swig of the drink.
    Susannah focused her cyan blue eyes on her husband. He paced two and fro in front of the fire, taking sips of the scotch.
    ‘I don’t, but your father does. Your penis has got this