Table for Three: Big Girls and Billionaires, #1

By Zoey Thames

Set the table for a scorching threesome...

Josie Smith, a hardworking waitress at the Highland Grill, doesn't believe her friend's prediction that Josie's life is about to change. So what if her horoscope says she's about to meet one, maybe two, mysterious strangers? They'd probably just be bill collectors. Mysterious men she could do without. The last guy she dated was mysterious, all right—he was a pathological liar. And the one before that did nothing but take jabs at her plus-size, curvy figure. But when her friend points out Lucas and Dan, the two hotties who've become regulars at the Highland Grill, Josie can only laugh. Sure, they're sexy as sin with their black leather jackets and big, shiny motorcycles. But sadly, she isn't exactly their type. She'd caught them in a scorching-hot embrace in the parking lot one night, and even Josie isn't foolish enough to pine away over two gay guys.

Lucas Pearce has more money than he can spend in several lifetimes. He's a powerful, respected, old-money billionaire, and has a man he loves and trusts—tech mogul Dan Jackson. Both of them are bisexual, and both agree their hearts are big enough for one more. When they discover the Highland Grill, they immediately fall for the beautiful, Rubenesque Josie Smith. Josie believes they're just city boys who ride in every Friday on their motorcycles for the great food. But the boys are hungry for more than just the Friday night special. They want the curvy waitress with the kind smile and the warm eyes—and they intend to do whatever it takes to get her. So when things go south at the Highland Grill, Lucas and Dan think they've got it all under control. But it isn't long before they realize they might not be as all-powerful as they'd thought, and Josie might not be as easy to win as they'd imagined...

Reader note: contains m/m/f ménage romance, BBW and billionaires, and male male love. A complete, stand-alone story with a happily ever after

• Language: English
• Publisher: Wolf Hill Publishing
• Release date: Aug 15, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201889708

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Title Page

Copyright Warning

Dedication

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Epilogue

About the Author

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Table for Three

Big Girls and Billionaires Book One

Zoey Thames

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Table for Three

Copyright © 2017 by Zoey Thames

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First Etopia Press electronic publication: May 2017

~ Dedication ~

For Janelle in Georgia. We ended up lost on that trip, but what memories!

CHAPTER ONE

Josie Smith was hurrying toward table five with a full tray of drinks when a customer unexpectedly stood from his booth and moved right into her path. She spun, carefully balancing the tray as she pirouetted around him. She might be a big girl, but she did have a few smooth moves in her. All those dance lessons as a kid still paid off to this day. As she swept past him, a surprised look flashed across his face. She smiled at him and kept right on going without spilling a drop. Without even rattling the cups on her serving tray.

Sometimes she still got lucky. These days, she’d take any luck she could get. She dance-walked her way down the aisle toward her section, swaying to the live music blasting from the small stage at the far end of the restaurant. She was determined not to think about her recent run of bad luck and jinx herself.

As usual, it was a busy Friday night at the Highland Grill. The restaurant did brisk business on Fridays and Saturdays. Mostly with the locals, but a few tourists and people from surrounding towns always came in. The live music helped. Right now the band Bluegrass Highway was ripping it up on stage.

She made it to her intended table—the McKinley family, who were longtime regulars—and handed out the drinks. Coffee for Mr. McKinley, a wine cooler for Mrs. McKinley (I earned this working in the trenches all week, she always said, referring to her job as a first-grade teacher), and chocolate milk for the kids. Josie made sure they didn’t need anything else and headed back toward the kitchen, weaving her way past full booths and tables. The air was full of music and chatter and the clack and clatter of tableware on plates. Friday night at the Highland sounds, in other words.

She only hoped a table on the back deck opened up for Dan and Lucas before they arrived on their motorcycles. Over the past six months, the two gorgeous men had become her very favorite customers. Both of them were charming, funny, and handsome as sin. Also, they looked stunning in their riding leathers. She had to remind herself not to drool when she was serving them because how embarrassing would that be? They were both completely out of her league, looking like bad-boy, movie-star-slash-male models, if that were a thing. Lucas was as big as a football player, with dark and broodingly hot looks. Dan could’ve stepped right off a Viking ship, he was so blond and blue-eyed. Not as intense-looking as Lucas, but the scars on the part of his jaw that ran down along his neck made him look like a tough character, although he was always an absolute gentleman and a sweetheart to her. Both of them were. She even had a secret where they were concerned. Both men had starred in plenty of her private vibrator fantasies since she’d met them. She’d throw herself off the Junction Falls water tower before admitting that aloud, but it was the truth.

Unfortunately, fantasies were all she’d ever have with either of them. Lucas and Dan were in a relationship with each other. One night when she’d been taking out the recycling, she’d spotted them locked in a breathtaking kiss. They’d been in the side parking lot near their motorcycles, making her knees weak with those leather pants and jackets and all that forceful male passion. Yum.

That was pure bad luck there, for her at least. Why were all the best guys gay? The universe must be taunting her. No, no, she had to stay positive and keep a smile on her face. She was determined. Her luck in life would change for the better. Even if she had to make that luck herself.

She headed behind the counter and started prepping for table six, while she waited for Jim to finish table eight’s order. Table eight had four construction workers who always ordered Smoking Guacamole Burgers—two quarter pound patties with her own secret guacamole recipe, diced tomatoes and jalapenos, pepper jack cheese and a squeeze of lime on lightly toasted buns—every time they came in. It was a point of pride for her, because the Smoking Guacamole Burger was one of her recent menu creations. Jim Forkner, the owner-slash-head-cook-slash-only-cook at the Highland, had been putting many of her new hearty meal creations on the menu. They’d been a big hit, too. She doubted anyone at one of those fancy culinary institutes would agree, but the people around here loved that stick-to-your-ribs cooking.

How long on eight? she called to Jim, glancing at the ticket carousel.

They’re cooking, Jim drawled back, as unconcerned as always. They’ll be done when they’re done, girl.

Well hurry up, boss, she shot back. Those construction workers look hungry. I don’t like the way they’re looking at me—like if they don’t get food in their bellies soon, they might just eat me for dinner.

Don’t you worry, sweetie, Christie, the other waitress on tonight and one of her good friends, said as she hurried over, grabbing silverware and napkins. They’re big boys, not zombies. No one’s getting eaten tonight. Except maybe me. She winked at Josie and leered. Got a hot date with Mike.

Josie couldn’t help but laugh. It’s not polite to brag, she chided.

Christie never had any filter on a word she said. She was in her mid-thirties, short but cute, favored more eye shadow than Josie would ever use, and always had her brown hair pulled back in a ponytail. Josie had never met anyone as obsessed with horoscopes, palm readings, and the like as Christie. Also, Christie tended to think of Josie as a little sister. That could be either annoying or endearing, depending on Josie’s mood at the time and the subject at hand.

Listen, sweetie, Christie said. I’ve been meaning to tell you all night. I got some good news for you.

Josie paused in her setup. I can definitely use me some of that. She reached for the coffee carafe. Better tell me quick, though. I already see I have coffee to refill.

Don’t burn your biscuits, I’m getting to it. Christie put her hands on her hips and gave her that big sister look. Jim overheard them. He grunted from the kitchen where he was flipping burgers on the grill and turning corn with tongs. Don’t burn your biscuits was one of his pet phrases.

Deke Miller, a customer at one of Josie’s tables, caught her eye and lifted his coffee cup. Hold that thought, she said quickly to Christie and hurried over to refresh the Deke’s coffee. The band finished their first set. They headed over to the band table sitting against a wall decorated with framed pictures of every band that had ever performed at the Highland Grill. The band table was typically filled with lots and lots of beer bottles. Tonight was no different.

Josie finally made her way back behind the counter again, but it was another ten minutes before their comings and goings lined up enough for Christie to talk to her again.

Don’t you want to hear the good news? Christie asked her, as if Josie were purposely avoiding her.

She stood at attention. Fire away, commander! I’m ready to face my fate. Tell me I’m going to wake up rich and beautiful tomorrow.

Christie frowned. "Hon, you unfamiliar with how a mirror works or something? You are beautiful. I wish I had those curves. Christie slapped a hand on her thigh. Instead I look like I’m related to a beach ball. Like I tell my men—no fear, I’m all sphere."

Josie laughed and shook her head. Christie had such a charming personality and warmth that she was never alone when it came to men. Not like Josie. Well, especially after she’d finally dumped her lying jerk of an ex-boyfriend almost year back now. It had been her fault for dating someone named Dennis who drove a Pontiac Trans Am and believed mullets were destined to make a comeback. But she’d been lonely, and he’d had a certain charm…at first. Josie had always been what people liked to call Rubenesque, so when he’d come on strong for her, she’d been flattered by all the attention. Too bad he’d lie to his own mother about what he’d had for breakfast.

But she wouldn’t deny she was a big girl. Her thighs were thick, she had a lot of ass, and her boobs certainly didn’t fit into a b-cup. She did like to think she had a pretty smile, and she had enough of an hourglass figure that she was determined to believe there was a special man out there for her.

Somewhere.

Maybe two thousand miles away in Alaska.

Nope. Had to stay positive.

Hurry up and tell me! she practically pleaded with Christie. She needed all the good news she could get right now.

Right, right. You’re gonna love this one, Christie said, grinning. I read your horoscope for you. You know, the expanded version on that site I pay for. For the real dirt on the influence of the stars. Anyway, something life-changing is going to happen to you tonight.

Josie arched her eyebrow at her friend as she continued setting up her next table with napkins, tableware, and straws. Life-changing? That could be wonderful…or very scary. Because winning the lottery is life-changing, but so is getting run over by a bus.

No, no, this is good. Because it involves a mysterious stranger.

"Christie, did you ever see that horror movie, Friday the 13th? I bet all those poor, soon-to-be murder victims considered Jason a ‘mysterious stranger.’"

Listen to you! Christie chided, wiping the top of a ketchup bottle with a spare cleaning towel. You used to be more positive about the influence of the celestial zodiac.

"That was before Dennis dumped me. And I am positive. I’m positive Dennis is a lying, manipulative, cold-hearted jerk with a small penis."

"Well, I’ll just take your word about his man parts. But your mysterious stranger who is