5 Story Boxed Set: The Curves Love at First Sight Collection (BBW Love at First Sight Erotic Romance: Erotica with Curvy Girls & Gorgeous Guys)

5 Short Story Collection

BBW Love at First Sight Romantic Erotica
Erotica with Curvy Girls & Gorgeous Guys

Poolside Curves

Athletic Curves

Tempting Curves

Beachfront Curves

Private Curves

by

Lisa Chase

Copyright ©2013 by Lisa Chase

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This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are all productions of the author's imagination and are used fictiously.

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Poolside Curves

Description:
When Cherie meets, sexy CEO Robert Stone poolside, she thinks nothing of some harmless flirting. But when their conversation leads to an ‘interview’ in his office later that afternoon, Cherie is in for a big surprise. Now, his hand has slipped between her soft thighs and Cherie is about to discover just what kind of ‘position’ the attractive billionaire has in mind for the buxom bombshell.

Cherie closed her eyes. She was determined to relax and put the past week behind her. Of course, putting her problems out of her mind was easier said than done. Even the warm sun on her cheeks and the sound of the water lapping by the edge of the pool wasn’t enough to make her forget everything that had happened.

She took a deep sigh and tried to get a bit more comfortable on the soft chaise lounge. She had chosen her barely there bikini because her boyfriend—well, ex-boyfriend now—would have hated to know that she was wearing it. When she bought it, she had been thrilled with the way it looked. It was a little tie-on number that pulled her full breasts together and showed her generous assets off to an advantage. The bottoms tied at the side, and seemed to emphasize the curve of her hips. She had thought it was perfect. He had tried to convince her to return it because it was too small for her “generous figure”. She had been embarrassed and a bit heartbroken and just tossed the swimsuit in a drawer.

Now, here she was with the bathing suit and without the guy and she thought that maybe she had the better end of the deal. She had caught him cheating and had broken up with him without looking back. In a normal world, that would have been it. But it wasn’t. What had been a problem was everything that happened next.

Maybe he had wanted her to be heartbroken and upset. Maybe he thought she should have cried and begged him to take her back and forget that rail thin little tramp she had caught him with. But she didn’t. Sure, she had been furious when she caught them in
her
bed. And sure, it had been satisfying seeing that petite girl running out of her apartment grabbing her clothes as she left. But throwing all of his stuff out the window had given her the closure she had needed and she thought that would be the end of it.

But it wasn’t.

Apparently, he felt that he was the one who needed to get even. Now, photos of her totally naked were plastered all over the internet and they had even started showing up in her Facebook newsfeed. The worst part was that he had taken them without her knowledge and they weren’t particularly flattering.

Unfortunately, the photos had gotten attention… a little too much attention, and the problems had started spilling over into real life. At first, it had just seemed like people were talking about her when she went to the store. Today, a few of her co-workers had seen the photos and started to comment. When she went to lunch and heard a stranger calling out her name, it had been more than she could take. She was mortified.

Even with her eyes closed, Cherie winced.

Taking a deep breath, she tried to forget the photos and focus on the sound the artificial waterfall made as it spilled into the pool. Her best friend Jenny had been right. What she needed was a chance to unwind, take a break and let everything die out.

She was here to relax and that’s what she was going to do. She was going to put her ex out of her mind. She was going to enjoy the surf and the sun. She was going to forget about men and the trouble they caused.

“Excuse me, miss, are you…”

“What? Who?” Cherie sat up with surprise, cutting off the deep male voice. Fumbling with her sunglasses, she put them on hastily trying to see in the bright sun.

“I’m sorry, miss, I was just going to ask if…”

Shaking her head, she couldn’t believe it was happening here too. This club was supposed to be private. It was supposed to have people with more class and dignity. She hadn’t expected to get catcalled here of all places.

She closed her eyes and answered in a rush, “Yes, I am the girl on Facebook. Yes, you probably saw me naked. No, I don’t want to hear what you think.” She finished the entire thing in one breath.

“Excuse me?”

Cherie sat up with surprise and looked at the stranger in front of her. The man was tall and handsome with broad shoulders and the bluest eyes she had ever seen. He was wearing a suit and she noticed a small bead of sweat dripping from his brow. He was in stark contrast to the swimsuit clad men and women around the deck.

For a moment, Cherie felt the blush creep to her cheeks as she realized that he was staring at her totally confused. He really seemed to have no idea what she was talking about.

“I was just going to ask if were alright. When I saw you lying there you looked a bit upset.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know. I mean, I thought…” Cherie stuttered over her words not quite sure what to say next. So far, the beach hadn’t been able to get her mind off her problems.

She looked up at him, and caught his eyes. He had a smile on his face and his eyes seemed to be taking her in. His rakish grin didn’t bother to hide his interest.

“Well, be careful out here. It’s easy to get a sunburn.”

Cherie felt a blush climb her cheeks as he looked her over. For a moment, she felt nearly naked in front of him, but resisted the temptation to cover herself with her towel. Instead, she gathered herself, smiled and arched a brow at him. She smiled impishly and looked him up and down, just as salaciously as he had looked her over. “Is that why you’re dressed in a suit by the pool, trying to avoid a sun burn?”

“Pardon me?” he asked.

“Nothing,” she laughed feeling a bit more grounded. “Thanks for the advice.”

“You’re welcome,” he answered and then leaned down, all too closely. “Here’s my card. Don’t hesitate to call.”

Cherie took one look at his card and smiled. “Robert Stone, CEO of?” she asked, peering up at him from behind her large shades.

“This country club, among other things,” he answered, flashing a wide smile that showed his perfectly white teeth. “If you ever need anything…” he said, trailing off suggestively.

“
Anything?
” Cherie asked.

He smiled. “For a beautiful woman like you, yes, anything.”

The way he said it implied more than the words he said and Cherie was reluctant to let the conversation end so fast. She needed to relax, and she needed a distraction, and the blue-eyed hunk in front of her seemed like a good way to do it.

Pulling her sunglasses down, she extended her hand to shake his. “My name is Cherie. Pleased to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too, Cherie,” he said as he caught her hand in his much larger one. The strength of him paralyzed her as they stared into one another’s eyes. For a moment, Cherie could barely breathe, let alone think. Finally, after a long moment, she gathered herself and tried to come up with something else to say.

“There is something I need,” she said, finally. “I’m looking for a job, maybe a temporary position. Do you have any ideas?”

“Really? A job?” he teased.

“I’m serious,” she told him, with only a hint of a smile.

“Well, Cherie,” he smiled. “I might have a position available.” He flashed his brilliant smile again.

“Oh really?” she inquired with a smile. “Tell me more.”

“What is it that you looking to do?”

“Well—I’m not sure,” she stuttered. She hadn’t really thought it through before she started asking about a job. She had meant to just keep the conversation going.

“Tell you what,” he said, “when you’re done at the pool today, give me a call. My number is on the back of my card. I’m sure I can think something that will take advantage of your obvious,” he paused to smiled at her, “
talents
.”

“Okay, Robert,” she said, looking at the card she still had in her hand. “I’ll call you in an hour.”

“I’ll look forward to it,” he smiled.

Cherie watched as Robert walked away, and couldn’t help but notice his tight, round ass underneath his dress pants. She could feel the blood rushing to her cheeks.

Cherie couldn’t believe what had just happened. She normally would never have been that bold, but she was looking to forget her ex and those awful photos, and CEO Robert Stone might just be just what she needed.

* * *

An hour later, Cherie stepped off the elevator and made her way down the hall, toward the
Employees Only
entrance of a nearby hotel. Robert had given her specific directions to his office.

When she arrived, Robert was sitting behind his desk, waiting for her.

He welcomed her. “Come in,” he said, motioning toward the leather chair in his office. “Sit down.”

Cherie made her way to the chair and sat down, nervously. That warm tingle returned as she laid eyes on him again.

Robert seemed to be studying her as well.

Cherie shifted in her seat. Her low-cut camisole did little to shield her ripe nipples from the cool air of the air conditioner overhead.

Robert’s eyes traveled down her length, and she could tell that he noticed the hard tips poking up under her blouse.

“Cold?” he asked with a rakish grin.

“A little,” she answered, a blush rising to her cheeks. “I think I’m nervous.”

“Don’t be,” he assured her. “I won’t bite.”

He chuckled and Cherie couldn’t notice is chiseled features and messy hair. He was so gorgeous.

“So,” he continued, “what exactly are your specialties?’

Cherie giggled at that. The job… that was why she had said she was visiting him. She had nearly forgotten. She knew exactly what skills she would want to show the sexy CEO, and they had nothing to do with a real job. Her mind wandered to all the naughty things she would like to do to the large, handsome man sitting across from her.

“Depends,” she finally said.

“On what?” he asked, leaning in seriously.

“Well,” she told him. “I’m good at a lot of things, Robert, but I’m not sure what you need.”

Robert looked her up and down. “Try me,” he insisted.

There was nothing more she wanted to try than Robert himself at that moment. “Well,” she began as she leaned forward just a bit. She let the loose camisole fall forward until she was sure he had a good view down her shirt. “Do you have any
hard
assignments that you may need some help handling?”

“I might,” he said, his voice getting just a bit deeper and more serious. “But the one I have in mind might be bigger than you are used to handling.”

She arched a brow and couldn’t help looking down just a bit. “The bigger the better,” she quipped.

At that, he stood up, and Cherie’s eyes slipped down to his khaki pants. Through the cloth, she could make out the outline of the massive erection he’d kept hidden beneath his desk.

“It’s a pretty hard job,” he told her seriously.

“Oh really?” Cherie asked as she licked her lips unconsciously. “Is it?” she teased.

“Oh, yes,” He said as he stroked his thick member through his pants. “Can you handle it?”

Cherie smiled. “I’m pretty sure I can.”