Curvy Girls Do It Better

By: Scarlett Avery

Book 2—Curves Envy

Chapter 1

I’ve been up pacing my apartment for hours now, biting my nails, waiting for the cavalry to come over to rescue me—again. I couldn’t sleep last night, tossing and turning, reliving every moment of my interaction with Max inside the Fashion Archive room. How could he have known who I was all along and never dropped a hint?

I hate myself for having fallen so easily for another smooth talker right on the heels of my drama with Vince. Here I am one week later and I’m once again in turmoil over a guy. I can’t believe Max owns Sexy Curves—and he’s so much older than I am.

Lia, Devin and Lexi agreed to meet me at my place for breakfast at ten o’clock and I can’t wait to see them. I desperately need to confide in my friends.

“You’re so lucky,” I say to my cat. Leo DiCaprio opens one lazy eye and looks up at my worried face before rolling on his other side. “Yeah, you don’t have men troubles. No wonder you can sleep peacefully.”

I’ve been up for hours because I’ve been so preoccupied by the fact I agreed to have dinner with Max tonight to avoid Jennifer’s wrath. I mean what was I going to do? He left me no other choice.

I wanted to meet up with my friends last night after work to share the latest chapter in my soap-opera life, but the stupid meeting at the office dragged on for hours and by the time it was over, I was too exhausted to recount the last two days.

Thank God Jennifer invited Max to have dinner with two of the VPs after the meeting. I was able to escape a potentially uncomfortable situation. He texted me while he was at the restaurant letting me know how excited he was about seeing me again, but I’m not buying it. I’m sure he’s buttering me up so I’ll give his collection of plus-size lingerie and swimwear glowing reviews.

“They should be here any minute now,” I say aloud as I check the time on my iPhone. I’ve avoided every mirror and shiny object in my home, unable to look myself in the eyes. I’ve been conflicted about this whole story with Max since I found out he wasn’t a random stranger I happened to bump into over brunch with my best friend Lia seven days ago. Maximiliano Tomás Adrian Keller is now my number-one client and I’m to be at his beck and call because he’ll be injecting a ridiculous amount of money into Sassy magazine.

If I could erase all the mind-blowing things he did to my body on Thursday night, I would, but every time I close my eyes, I’m transported back to the forty-first floor of a luxury hotel where a drop-dead gorgeous successful executive was on his knees pleasuring me. This stuff only happens in movies and trashy romance books.

I’m so lost in my thoughts, I jump when I receive Devin’s text letting me know they’re on their way up. Thank God I can spill my guts to people who love me. A few minutes later, Devin knocks three times before sliding his emergency key into the lock.

“Hey, sweetie, we’re finally here,” he announces once he opens the door.

“I’m so happy you guys are here,” I say, running to the door to kiss him.

“I brought some fried-egg sandwiches from Wichcraft. When you texted me to let me know you made out with your secret admirer and he turned out to be your new VIP client, I figured only fried eggs layered between salty custom-cured pork bacon topped with gorgonzola cheese nestled in a springy ciabatta bun would do. “

“God, Dev, I’m salivating. I needed pork fat last week, but this week it’s an emergency.”

“Candy, how are you?” Lia walks in right after Devin with so much booze I wonder if she’s planning on having a party at my place I wasn’t aware of.

“Lia, why did you buy so much alcohol?”

“Honey, let’s be honest. We’ve had to rush back to your place two Saturdays in a row because you keep randomly meeting interesting men.”

“Point well taken. We might end up finishing all this by noon,” I joke.

“Candy, don’t listen to Lia. She’s jealous a hot guy finger-fucked you while she’s been celibate for a very, very long time.”

“As if you’ve been getting a lot of cock. Listen, Lexi, I’m not afraid of washing your mouth out with soap.” Lia and Lexi are at each other and Devin and I roll our eyes.

“Come on, ladies. We’re here to support Candy, not to start a catfight.”

“Devin is right. Candy, I bought some fresh Belgian waffles from Wafels & Dinges. They are divine reheated in the oven. I got us whipped cream, a huge basket of fresh raspberries and chocolate syrup as the toppings.”

“Bless your heart, Lexi,” I say, hugging my tall and lean friend. “I need sugar badly.”

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