Full Figured Fling (BBW Menage Romance)

By Cristina Grenier

A Sizzling BBW Menage Romance

They say that the average American girl is a plus size figure. Well, tell that to Emily. Not only is she smart, pretty, and super nice but she’s also extremely successful in her career. But none of that seems to matter when you’ve got curves from here to China. Emily never seems to be able to get a date, and after a while she just gave up. Until one night, Emily’s best friend Rachael convinces her to come to a hot night club where they meet a tall, dark and sexy stranger with eyes just for Emily. They share one night of hot, racy sex as she lets all her worries and inhibitions melt away. After all, she would never see they guy ever again…right? Wrong. The very next day, as she immerses herself back into the world of business, Emily is introduced to the newest member of the office who just so happens to be the dark and dreamy man from the night before. Can Emily learn to give in to love and let this man show her all of the things that are beautiful about herself and the world of pleasure that comes with it? Or will she yield to a lifetime of insecurities?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Monster Media LLC
• Release date: Feb 10, 2014
• ISBN: 9781497733855

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Chapter 1

It took a poke in the ribs to get Emily’s attention, the din of the surroundings making it impossible to hear her best friend until Rachael leaned over, her lips practically touching Emily’s ear.

I didn’t score entrance to the most exclusive club in town on an event night for your birthday so you could stand around looking like someone just handed you a box of dead puppies.

Disgusted, Emily scowled at Rachael in shock. How awful!

Rachael raised an eyebrow. Have you seen your expression? Hit the ladies’, take a look in the mirror.

That was the last thing Emily wanted to do. She avoided mirrors as often as possible. Looking around Club Lush and the attendees of the Lush Ball – which was the event of the year – she saw nothing but anorexic bottle blondes in skirts that left nothing to the imagination, with every male in the venue drooling over them or, worse, feeling them up.

No one ever lusted after Emily.

Sure, she had a killer wardrobe, even if it was limited, but there was only so much you could do to reduce the offensiveness of the BBW type. Her curves were not of model proportions. Rather than being cute and wispy, most people looking at her imagined a beached whale, and tonight, she felt totally out of place in a venue full of ‘A-list’, beautiful people. It wasn’t her crowd, and if these Abercrombie types weren’t staring at her in horror, they were completely ignoring her.

Par for the course, and happy-frigging-birthday.

With a sigh, Emily turned to her friend, feeling desolate. Seriously, Rachael, I’m 27 years old, stuck in a job that reminds me every day I have no prospects for marriage while my two sisters are engaged, and I am so desperate for sex I’d take a pity-lay and probably shake the man’s hand for the favor.

Rachael rolled her eyes. I thought we discussed this. First of all, working for a wedding planner is one of the best ways to meet men, and it’s a killer job. You’re doing better than most women our age professionally. As for sex, it’s overrated. Why haven’t you gotten a Rabbit? I love mine. After all, AA batteries make the best lovers.

Emily winced, felt her cheeks heat up as she looked around to make sure no one else heard. For Christ’s sake, Rachael, that’s too much information, and you know I’m uncomfortable with that.

Excuse me, ladies. The deep voice of the oh-so-sexy bartender Emily didn’t even bother to dream about saved her from further embarrassing conversation, and they both turned. I have two more chocolate martinis for you.

Emily frowned at him. Unless you’re psychic, I didn’t order those.

A smirk crawled across his luscious lips. No, you didn’t. However, the gentleman at the end of the bar did.

Almost afraid to see the caliber of man that would bother to buy her a drink, Emily slowly forced her head to turn and her eyes to focus on the man on the furthest bar stool, feeling Rachael strain to look over her bulky shoulder.

Holy sexy porn star, Batman!

Rachael hissed in a breath of surprise, and Emily couldn’t seem to catch hers. Even in the dark club and the flashing lights, Emily caught the deep, rich blue of his eyes, the dangerous curve of his full lips, and the toned, cut physique beneath the fitted black button-down and the dark khakis. His hair curled just above his color, dark brown and perfectly messy, very modelesque.

With a sigh of resignation, Emily realized the situation. He’d taken notice of Rachael, with her perfect chest, size six waist, and perky nose, not to mention her styled copper hair. The second drink had been simply to win over Emily, who was certainly seen as the ‘cow of a friend’ who might stand in the way of him leaving with Rachael tonight. Go get him, killer, Emily told her friend. I won’t stand in your way.

But before Rachael could respond, the guy made eye contact...and winked. Wait, surely he wasn’t looking at the size eighteen, Jabba the Hut with thunder thighs. Not when he could have any woman in this club. Emily refused to believe it, even as the man slid casually off the stool and practically stalked her like so much prey until he stood directly in front of her.

Hi, he said, his voice like warm butter melting over cinnamon toast. Emily heard Rachael whimper and felt her grab the back of the bar stool to steady herself.

Nervously, Emily stuttered out a response that should have been ‘hello’, if it had actually formed into a word. Blue Eyes stared straight at her with an intensity she’d never seen before, and she refused to believe it, the whole situation too surreal for words.

Still, he held out a hand, as if waiting to introduce himself, and Emily took it, wondering when the punch line would come. Beautiful men didn’t mess with fat chicks. His smile broadened. My name is Kian, and it’s wonderful to meet such a lovely woman.

Emily nearly sputtered. Beautiful? How much had he drunk already? Beer goggles were the only explanation. Unless...

She turned with a harsh look toward Rachael and hissed out, If this is some sort of birthday joke, and you paid this guy to hit on me, we are not friends anymore.

Rachael looked a little taken aback and hurt, but with a quick recovery, she spun Emily back to face the man – Kian – and stepped into the picture. Kian, nice to meet you. This is Emily, and I’m her friend, Rachael. It’s her birthday today.

Emily felt more than just her cheeks get hot. She blushed deeply from head to toe, embarrassed and unsure of how to handle the situation from here, even as Kian lifted the hand he still held to his lips and kissed her knuckles, making her swallow hard. Well, then, the happiest of birthday wishes, and perhaps a dance?

Instantly, Emily shook her head. She didn’t gyrate her fat rolls on the dance floor, not where the supermodels in slinky dresses shook and rubbed all over attractive men like strippers. No, she had some pride left. I don’t dance.

His lower lip protruded in a playful pout as his eyes danced at her, and Emily felt something warm swirl in her lower abdomen and further below, even as she told herself to cut it off. That’s a shame. However, I would be just as honored to spend some time with you this evening. I have a table in the corner, if you would care to join me for a chat.

Emily nearly fell off her bar stool. She started to protest. She’d come with Rachael, who had worked hard to get them in tonight as a birthday gift. The rules were, if you came together, you left together. It was a cardinal sin to proceed any differently, unless you both found entertainment for the evening and had a plan to reconnect later.

Screw the rules, Rachael muttered in her ear, as if reading her mind. He’s too hot to trot. I’ll be fine, and you can text me if you need an exit strategy. I’m going to mingle and see if I can’t find a decent guy to make out with on the dance floor. Out loud, she said, Thanks for the drink, buddy, and disappeared before Emily could argue.

Left alone with a man way out of her league requesting a private conversation and referring to her as beautiful, Emily was dumbfounded. With no other recourse, she nodded, accepting his offer. After all, it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to feel like Cinderella at the ball, right? She’d never have another chance to pretend someone this attractive really took any interest in her. Tonight, she’d let the alcohol guide her, and she’d take what she could get, make a few memories.

Still holding her hand, Kian drew her off her seat and guided her back toward his table, a bright, seductive smile on his face and a swagger to his walk. Here goes nothing, Emily thought, prepared for the worst. After all, low expectations usually led to a lot less disappointment, in almost any situation.

Chapter 2

One drink turned into two, and as the second wave arrived, Emily found herself almost relaxing in Kian’s presence. He was confident but kind, and seemed to have eyes only for her. Their conversation was easy and fluent, and aside from being an incredibly handsome, sharp dressed man, he seemed highly intelligent, yet another irresistible quality.

And perhaps the only reason Emily kept reminding herself this was too good to be true. Any man she’d ever had any chance with had few redeeming qualities; no way was this guy actually interested in her.

And yet, his silky smooth voice continued to draw her in. His sense of humor fascinated her, and he laughed at her jokes as well. By the time she’d finished the second drink, her inhibitions had mostly flown the coop.

As she calmed from another round of laughter, she looked at him, her vision slightly blurred from the alcohol, and asked, So how is it that someone like you is here alone tonight?

Kian shook his head. I’m not exactly alone. I came with a friend, and he is somewhere around here, leaching all over several young girls.

She rolled her eyes. I mean, why don’t you have a date? You’re obviously quite a catch. I mean, look at you.

His blue eyes glittered in the minimal light with mischief and charm. The look made Emily feel like Jell-O, barely held together without a mold. So, you find me attractive?

Suddenly, Emily realized what she said, and she felt the blush creep over her entire body. She stuttered as she tried to backtrack. Well, what I mean is, just, I... She sighed, no longer caring. This was a one-time chance, and if she fubared it, what did it matter?