Free Forbidden Curves (Steamy Taboo Romance) by Talia Day Page B

  Sure, maybe my date would be a
total flop, but if he wasn’t I sure didn’t want to find myself looking like
some sort of frump.   Grabbing my
favorite skirt and a pair of stockings, I dressed myself.   I wasn’t sure if I should wear flats
since I was already five foot eight.   In heels, I tended to tower over men, nevertheless, I just felt sexier.

 
    “Heels it is,” I thought aloud.   The Belvoux was too nice to be worried about embarrassing someone with my height.   Besides, if my date was too short to handle all of me, maybe I’d wind up catching someone else’s
eye.  

 
    My hair was still damp so I set
in in big curlers and let it dry as I gathered what other things I imagined I
might need.   I knew Kate well enough
to know that she was brining her bathing suit, and she’d be swimming whether or
not the guys had planned for it.   I
rooted through my drawers looking for mine but came up empty handed.   It was probably for the best.   I wasn’t exactly thin, and flaunting it
all on a first date wasn’t exactly something I was entirely comfortable
with.   I grabbed my little day bag
out of the closet and opened it up, and wouldn’t you know it there was my
bikini staring back at me.   ‘Maybe it’s a sign,’ I thought,
shrugging my shoulders and wishing for the best.   I grabbed a cute little mesh cover up
and stuffed the rest of my things into the little bag.  

 
    I was finishing up my hair just
as doorbell chimed.   I gave myself one
last look and a little wink.   I
looked good.   My eyes were a light
shade of green and my hair was a rich golden bronze.   Soft ringlets curled out from the crown
of my head and traced elegantly down to the small of my back.   I had on the most miniscule touch of
lipstick, which made my lips pop sexily as I batted my lashes and puckered at
myself.   Maybe I wasn’t every guys
dream, but I felt sexy as hell and I was going to have a good night.

 
 
    “Hey Lace!”   Kate’s face gleamed at me with
excitement.  

 
    I pulled her in for a quick hug,
and then glanced up into the street behind her.

 
    “Holy crap!” I said, practically
drooling over the full-length stretch limo that she had come in.   There was a man standing at the car door
waiting for us to return.  

 
    “Right?”   Kate agreed.

 
    I followed her out and the driver
held the door for us as we clambered inside.   The cab was huge, and lit up with running
lights in shades of blue and green.  

 
    “ Where’s our
dates ?”   I asked, realizing
that we were alone.

 
    “They’re running late and are
going to meet us.”   She imitated a
high-class snoot and continued, “and sent the limo to make it up to us.”  

 
    I laughed.   Kate had clearly spent the ride over
exploring, because she went straight to the little cabinets and pulled out two
glasses and poured us each a glass of champagne.  

 
    “Fancy!”   I giggled as she handed me my
glass.  

 
    By the time we arrived at the Belvoux we were both giddy with excitement.  

 
    “There he is!”   Kate whispered, pressing her finger to
the glass.   “That’s Casey.”

 
    I crossed my fingers, straining
to see Kate’s date.   He looked to be
about five foot eleven, and built like a cyclist or some other sort of
endurance athlete.  

 
    “He looks cute,” I said, “now
where is mine?”

 
    We both stared out of the tinted
windows and my stomach nearly turned when I realized who I would be spending the rest of my night with.   He was a good five inches shorter than
Casey, and at least twice as thick.   His hair was thin on the sides, and but for the few small clumps which
he had grown long and combed over the top he was entirely bald on top.   He also looked to be about fifty or
sixty by all estimates.   Sure, I
could appreciate an older, mature man, but this guy looked to be older than my
father.  

 
    “Oh…No… Lacey, please stay.”   She looked