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

conversation feeling somehow unburdened. He didn't know who she was, he couldn't make any assumptions based on what she looked like, and moreover he wouldn't judge her for her weight. That left the option to flirt open for the first time in ages.
     
    “You have no idea. I'm not going to subject you to jokes my family makes. Gun jokes were never funny and they don't get any funnier with repetition. I'm Leo, by the way.”
     
    “Dominique.” He was a talker. She ran into a lot of them in her line of work. The kind of guy with just enough charisma to scrape by and more ego than they'd ever need. Still, it didn't feel forced or fake like a lot of the time when she had to talk to people who obviously had no interest in her. It was a nice change, even if it was entirely based on being blind.
     
    “There's a name I haven't heard in a long time,” he said reflectively, “Are you sure you're not a French nun?”
     
    She laughed and crossed her legs.“I don't know, are you sure you're not about 50 years behind?”
     
    “So is it Dom or Dee or...”
     
    “Dominique, usually.”
     
    “Oh but that's too formal. Still, I guess it's better than the kinda awkward implications of 'Dom', don't you think?” Was he hitting on her? At the very least  it was real banter. Dominique wouldn't get half as much with the lights on. Either it'd be forced and trite because they were worried for their careers or it'd  be tense mental chess with an associate.
     
    “I think,” Dominique smirked, “I'm stuck in an elevator with a middle-schooler.”
     
    The comment got no acknowledgement from the other side of the elevator. “I like 'Domino' best, I think. It's got that whole 'badass' vibe. Like Domino Harvey, you know? She was a bounty hunter.”
     
    “God, I can't even get you back for this. You might as well be named 'Bob' or 'Jack.'”
     
    This time the silence was comfortable. Familiar. Dominique decided she was very glad not to be stuck here alone, especially since he had given her a little mystery to puzzle over. Even if she did find him a little obnoxious.
     
    “It's been half an hour,” she said, checking her phone.
     
    “Like I said, they're in no hurry to get me out of here. Sorry you've been caught in the crossfire.” Dominique wished she could see his face. It made him really difficult to read, especially for someone with a voice as emotive as his.
     
    “You don't have a water bottle or anything else on you, do you?” she asked.
     
    “No but I do have a bunch of Tic-Tacs.”
     
    “I have a bottle of port that I was going to give to the CEO as a gift but I think that might actually make things worse.”
     
    “At least we're set in case of emergency, then,” Leo commented drily. His face, she decided, was probably as expressive as his voice.
     
    “Not likely,” she snorted, “It's probably worth more than you are.”
     
    “Either you have a remarkably low estimation of my worth or you're here for something more important than I thought.” And of course she couldn't forget the man was sharp. It was becoming clearer and clearer that Dominique would not be in for an easy ride with him. Luckily she thrived on difficulty.
     
    “Definitely important. I hope you didn't think I was someone's secretary.”
     
    “To be honest, I didn't even really see you before the lights went, so I had no idea what to think.”
     
    A silky smile touched Dominique's lips. She couldn't tell if it made it to her voice. “Oh, nothing bad, I hope. We're in the same position, after all. I wouldn't want to have to change my ideas to match yours.”
     
    “Oh but you know more than that about me. You know I moved to the States less than 30 years ago so given my age it was probably for school. You can also take from my age that I'm a practising catholic.”
     
    “And I can tell how old you are without being able to see you?” she said with a voice dry enough to make the water situation all that much worse.
     
    A breath