A Fashionable Threesome: A MMF Menage Romance: Big Girls and Billionaires, #2

By Zoey Thames

Will a fashion show disaster become a fashionable threesome?

When plus-size model Harper Evans takes a tumble from the runway, she falls right into the arms of a tall, gorgeous man with piercing blue eyes. No, make that two gorgeous men—Blue Eyes has a dark and handsome friend just as eager to find help for her sprained ankle. Too bad they're a couple. The billionaire ranchers are so sinfully hot—and sweet and charming and amusing—that Harper's afraid her heart might explode just looking at them. But as if the humiliation of falling isn't enough, she learns the fall has cost her her modeling contract, spelling the end of her career.

Owning a string of cattle ranches has its perks. For Jack Davis and his boyfriend, Andre Garcia, it means having the time and money to host charity events like the fashion show that tossed Harper into their arms. Both bisexual, Jack and Andre can't help falling for Harper—hard—and wanting the beautiful, caring woman in their lives. And in their bed. Too bad Harper doesn't believe a ménage relationship can last. Convincing her to take a chance on a threesome won't be easy. And when she loses her modeling contract to backstabbing and politicking, they find themselves caught in the crossfire. With their budding relationship in jeopardy, there's one thing Jack and Andre know for sure: when an angel falls into your arms, only a pair of fools would let her go...

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

• Language: English
• Publisher: Wolf Hill Publishing
• Release date: Aug 17, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201106249

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Title Page

Copyright Warning

Dedication

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Epilogue

About the Author

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A Fashionable Threesome

Big Girls and Billionaires Book Two

Zoey Thames

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A Fashionable Threesome

Copyright © 2017 by Zoey Thames

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~ Dedication ~

For Harrison and Val.

CHAPTER ONE

I don’t need to remind you how this might be the most important modeling job of your fledgling careers!

Harper Evans tried to keep the smile on her face despite the nervous fluttering in her stomach. This pep talk by Tina Carpenter, owner of the Carpenter Modeling Agency, certainly wasn’t helping calm her down any. Harper usually did photo shoots for plus-size clothing lines, not live fashion shows and runway modeling. As excited as she was to be here, right now she felt two steps and a nudge away from raw panic.

The Davis-Garcia Foundation has a great deal invested in this charity auction, Tina continued as she paced in front of Harper and the seven other plus-size models gathered backstage in the prep area. Showing the new Ashley Cassano summer line is a huge opportunity for us here in San Antonio. I expect our part of this momentous occasion to go flawlessly.

The expression on Tina’s face said heads would roll if any flaw had the audacity to appear today. Tina certainly had a face built for glowering. Dark eyes, narrow and high cheekbones, a furrowed brow with permanent worry lines, and sharp, blueish black eyebrow tattoos.

Harper always had to remind herself not to stare at those dark tattoo marks lurking under Tina’s carefully plucked brows. But of course, thinking about them automatically made her look at Tina’s forehead. Today it had been especially difficult not to stare whenever Tina was reading her the riot act for making mistakes on the runway during their pre-show walkthrough. Pausing too long at the end of the runway after she struck her pose. Swinging her hips too much when she walked. Getting the tilt of her head wrong. You name it, in Tina’s opinion, Harper had done it unsatisfactorily at least once today.

Harper! Tina snapped, stopping in front of her and making furious eyebrow motions—first down, then up, and finally one up, one down.

Harper had to bite her lip to keep from bursting out with an anxious giggle at those eyebrows. She wasn’t trying to be mean. This was just how on edge she was right now: eyebrows had turned funny.

Tina must have picked up on it though, because her eyes narrowed dangerously. "Will you please stop your day-dreaming and focus. This one show could change your life."

Nearby, Julia’s dainty little laugh made Harper’s skin heat with humiliation. Julia was the star of the modeling agency and Tina’s pride and joy. Unlike Harper, who had honey-blonde hair, Julia was closer to platinum blonde, blue-eyed, deeply tanned, and believed she resembled a bustier Marilyn Monroe. She got the most shoots and events, made the most money, and made sure everyone knew it. All while being an insufferable boss’s pet.

But at least Tina seemed to believe Harper had been put back in her place by her reprimand. She whirled on the other girls where they’d gathered backstage at their prep stations with racks and racks of designer clothing nearby, waiting to be modeled.

Don’t be fooled, Tina continued. This is no mere fundraising event for cancer research. The new summer line from Ashley Cassano we’ll be modeling is predicted to take New York and Paris by storm, so I’m taking this with utmost, deadly seriousness.

I’m taking it the same way, Julia agreed fervently. We’ll come through for you, Mrs. Carpenter.

"I know you will, Julia, Tina replied, beaming as if Julia had just won the Nobel Prize for foundation application. I can always count on you to be motivated and professional."

Sometimes it was hard not to lean over and gag. Harper could almost hear her sister’s voice in her head, urging her to be elegant, dignified, graceful…and most of all, gracious. It wasn’t easy. Because when Julia wasn’t being a total suck-up to Tina Carpenter, she was the absolute laziest human being in San Antonio, possibly all of Texas. She borrowed makeup and didn’t return it. She edged her way to the front of the line because the star never waited. She left her trash everywhere and made cutting comments and got away with it all.

Harper sighed, trying to focus on what Tina was saying, her nerves still singing off-key in her body. She was comfortable doing photography shoots, modeling plus-size outfits or jewelry, but she’d only ever done a couple of runway shows. All those eyes on her, all those things to remember at once under the hot lights—the right way to walk, the right way to look, to pose—and then in the back, rushing into the next outfit and hoping you didn’t have a wardrobe malfunction or a heel break.

But nervous or not, right now she needed this.

Remember, as you walk down the catwalk, keep your chin slightly down but don’t hang your head! Tina continued. She was speaking loudly, as if to everyone, but looking right at Harper. Think of the invisible string attached to the top of your head and it holds you straight and poised! She turned to smile at Julia. We are graceful. We are beings of grace and beauty, curves and lushness. Big, bold, and beautiful!

Yep. Hard not to throw one of the bagels from the snack tray at Tina when someone that skinny went on about curves and lushness to her Marilyn Monroe-esque prize student. Lately, Harper felt like Tina’s favorite chew-toy. Lots of criticism, lots of stress. For her, living here in San Antonio, she only did modeling on the side for extra money. Her day job—thirty-six hours a week, not enough for benefits—was working as a receptionist at an insurance company. While San Antonio wasn’t exactly the central shining fashion jewel of America, that didn’t change the fact that she needed this work. Really needed it to make ends meet. Every time Tina’s eyes bored into her or Julia threw her a smile as warm as frozen liver, Harper’s own smile wanted to slip and tumble its way into tears. Or a mad, bagel-throwing rampage.

Right now, she could go either way.

No. Deep breath. Think of something calming. Gentle ocean waves on the beach. No pressure. She could handle this. She had to.

Tina clapped her hands together briskly and then shooed them away to the makeup stations.

No pressure, Harper. Only her entire modeling career was on the line…

* * *

Jack Davis was never in his element at these kinds of glitzy events. He might own a sprawling, two-hundred thousand acre cattle ranch with over a dozen employees, but these kinds of flashy public appearances weren’t his cup of tea. The extravagance, the spectacle, none of it appealed to him. He preferred…well, almost anything actually. Riding the fences. Rounding up cattle. Unloading hay barrels. Cleaning out a muddy hoof. Tending a sick calf. The list could go on for hours. He owned a private jet and was wearing a suit that cost more than a couple of finished steers, but he’d rather be sweating in the dust with mud on his boots and putting in an honest day’s toil than eating hors d’oeuvres and making small talk. That wasn’t an exaggeration. That was the truth.

But this charity event was important to him, so here he was, soldiering on. Right now he was guarding the buffet table. He stood holding a plate loaded with anything that looked like it might be meat, next to a fancy crystal fountain pouring some kind of sparkling, bright red drink so sweet it had given him a sugar rush. He should’ve stuck to the champagne.

Jack glanced around the big ballroom, searching for Andre. Technicians were doing last minute checks on the sound and lighting system for the stage. Lots of photographers and videographers were setting up in prime spots. The assigned seats around the runway quickly filled with people, many of them wealthy donors. The ballroom had plenty of people, lots of noise and motion, but he didn’t see Andre anywhere. He nodded to a few acquaintances who happened by, greeted a few friends, and wondered if he should head backstage to track his lover down or if he would simply end up in the way.

Get in the way, most likely.

No doubt Andre was busy helping his sister with the fashion show about to begin. Andre’s sister, Ashley, was going to show off her new Cassano summer clothing line and then auction off a few of the high-end pieces, all for charity. At last year’s event in New York, they’d raised over three million dollars for the Davis-Garcia Cancer Foundation. This year the first show was in San Antonio, which spurred a bit of local pride. But the entire event was being live-streamed on social media sites and simultaneously broadcast in Milan, where Donovan Cassano, Ashley’s husband and partner in her fashion design business, was traveling right now. Jack wasn’t sure about all the technical details, but Ashley assured him they’d reach a far larger audience this way, despite not being in New York or Paris.

He popped another shrimp canapé into his mouth, his thoughts drifting from the charity event to how the crew was doing back at the Mesquite Ridge Ranch. The weather channel had been warning of several big thunderstorms moving through Texas from the west later today. It made him uneasy to be away from the ranch when there might be trouble—

Looking good, a warm, familiar voice said from behind him.

Jack had a smile on his face as he turned around, instantly feeling more settled at the sound of Andre’s voice. Andre Garcia was walking toward him with a wide smile of his own, looking completely in his element. He had dark hair, dark eyes, a strong jaw, and a million-dollar smile. His Armani suit emphasized his broad shoulders and narrow waist and made Jack feel a surge of raw physical desire for the man.

Andre walked up and straightened Jack’s silk tie. Then he gave him another once-over before nodding in approval. I repeat, you’re looking good.

I do my best, Jack drawled.

That’s a total exaggeration, you realize that, don’t you? You’d still be wearing your Stetson and dusty boots if Sis hadn’t begged you to leave them back at the ranch.

Nothing wrong with looking like a Texan.

Andre chuckled. She’ll never stop trying to turn us into something other than Texas billionaire stereotypes.

Jack chomped down on another hors d’oeuvre. They were so tiny a working man had to eat dozens of them to take the hunger edge off. If it had been anyone other than your sister, the answer would’ve been ‘no.’

And she loves you for it. Andre’s smile was so charming, it made Jack want to kiss him. After a moment’s pause to make sure his hands weren’t dirty, he set the plate down, leaned in, and did so, claiming Andre’s lips in a tender kiss. He’d save the truly passionate ones for when they were alone. As for the crowd and public displays of affection, Jack didn’t care what people thought. Love was too precious a thing to hide these days, in a world that seemed to have too little of it.

After they broke the kiss, Andre touched his arm gently and went on. I hope I can expect more of that later.

Damn right.

He chuckled, then his expression grew serious. I know these fancy galas aren’t really your thing, and I know this can be rough for you.

Jack met his eyes. He’d lost both his parents to cancer. Missing them was tough, always had been. Raising money to help sick kids was not. This is for a great cause. You can always count on me.

I know. Just as I know part of you would rather be out riding Sage rather than standing around hatless at a fancy fashion show.

Jack couldn’t help but laugh. Sage was the name of his favorite horse. I hope it’s not that obvious.

Only to me. And only because I know you so well. So I’ll say it again so you won’t forget. Ashley really appreciates everything you’ve done. His eyes sparked, his expression growing heated with promises