Free Curves in the Dark (Billionaire BBW erotic romance) by Delia Dirk

Curves in the Dark
    by Delia Dirk
     
    Copyright 2012 Delia Dirk
    Cover art by Marcus Ranum
     
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    This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, events, and locations are fictitious or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to persons either living or dead is purely coincidental.
     
    There was a screech of metal on metal before the world gave a stomach-turning lurch and lay trembling for long, anxious minutes. Then the lights flickered out.
     
    “Jesus,” choked out the man next to Dominique, “what the hell was that?”
     
    “Are you alright?” she asked. She had stayed upright, but only just.
     
    Some silence and shuffling. Then a terse: “Fell down. Went boom. I'll live.”
     
    “You aren't from around here, are you? I'm pretty sure that was an earthquake.” She sat down heavily so she could ignore her shaking knees. “I've never been in an elevator for one but - - actually, we should probably try to not move as much as possible. I don't know how elevators take earthquakes.”
     
    “I don't know either.” The panic was leeching out of his voice, despite the subject matter. “Aren't these things supposed to have emergency phones or something?”
     
    Dominique could hear him pawing at the elevator wall. “Here, I can -” she pulled out her cell and made a call to her colleague upstairs. The phone's light against her cheek was a signal flare in the darkness of the tiny room.
     
    “Why would they make an elevator without a safety phone or something?” Dominque heard the man mutter under his breath as she talked.
     
    “Right,” she said a few minutes later. “First off, elevators have heavy-duty safety breaks so we're not about to – um – fall down, go boom.” She cringed at the joke before it finished leaving her mouth. “It looks like the power's out in this part of the city. I guess it was pretty bad for everyone. We're going to have to sit tight until they come and get us. Whenever that is.”
     
    He snorted derisively, lighting a spark of anger in Dominique. “I have a sinking suspicion that won't be any time soon.” What the hell was she supposed to make of that?
     
    “Why's that?” Damn this darkness. She couldn't even get a read on him.
     
    “They weren't exactly looking forward to me coming today. Uh, y'know, upstairs.” Was he doing this on purpose?
     
    “What? Dynacorp?” she gibed, “Are you their landlord or something?”
     
    “Or something,” was all he said and there was more shuffling. “Sorry, you know how confidentiality is.”
     
    “Yeah. Funnily enough, I know that really well.” Dominique sighed and ran no-longer trembling fingers through her hair. That didn't mean she wasn't curious as all hell about it, though. “They were definitely looking forward to me today. Hopefully more than they didn't want you. We were closing an important deal, you see,” she said in hopes that the kernel of information would tempt more out of her mysterious companion.
     
    The man didn't respond, however, and somehow the silence was a little strained. Dominique only let it last about half a minute before she decided it was too much.
     
    “Are you Irish, then? British? Welsh?” she asked, since continuing their current trajectory would lead nowhere good.
     
    “Irish. From Galway, but I've been here for almost 25 years now and I've gone a bit native.” He sounded delighted by the change in subject.
     
    “God forbid you start to sound American,” Dominique laughed. Somehow she was almost glad they had no light. It left the