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“Oh, not at all! Hi Abby! I’m Sarita. Let’s just go somewhere more private and get started, shall we?”

We make our way to one of the meeting rooms thatdoesn’thave floor-to-ceiling windows and a new wave of nerves crashes over me. Is it insane that I said yes? It’s certainly insane that he askedmeto be his date. If I still have a job here next week, I know Cheyenne and Lisette are both going to make my life a living hell. It’s been nothing but snide remarks and them looking at me like they wish I’d just disappear forever, preferably by dying.

“Sorry, I know I’m probably not your normal type of client.” I sit down in an oversize chair, tugging at my shirt to hide my stomach. Sarita has been nothing but nice and bubbly, but I haven’t gotten to the point where I have a sense if I can trust her or if she’s going to be mean like Cheyenne and Lisette.

“Pssh. Don’t you worry about a thing. I have all kinds of clients. I’m not judgmental about people’s bodies and honestly, you’re an incredibly beautiful woman, Abby. What looks good on a thin woman is different from what will look good on you. I promise you, on my reputation, that I will make you feel like a princess.”

“I’m not too…” I don’t even like saying the wordfat, even to just myself.

“Not at all! There are a lot more designers with plus-size lines than you realize.”

The genuine smile Sarita gives me makes me relax and feel like I can trust her. She didn’t even blink twice when she met me and saw my body.

“I’ll take your word on that.” I smile back at her. She has me stand still and she quickly takes a series of measurements, from my chest to my waist to the length of my legs, and then taps them into her iPad.

“Any requests? Color? Style? Something you’ve seen online or in a magazine?”

This all happened so quickly, thinking about what kind of dress I want never entered my mind. One voice in my head says to go conservative, since my boss is escorting me. Another voice says go sexy and go for it. This all seems like a fairy tale fantasy, so I’m going to pretend that it is. I may not get a magical kiss at the end of the night, but I’m going to ask for the dress of my dreams.

“I want a red dress. I want to look like a princess.”

CHAPTER 4

AARON

You having second thoughts?” Abby has been fidgeting the entire ride over to Grand Hotel Azure. Her being in the car with me suggests she’s not still mad at me, but it’s impossible to know if she’s having second thoughts about this or if she’s just nervous. The Rockin’ Hearts Ball is the premiere industry event of the year and the guest list is a powerhouse of top musicians and executives. It’s been compared to the Oscars for the music industry, which isn’t a bad comparison.

“I think I’m fine.” Abby blinks rapidly, her gaze shifting from me to the window at the back of our limo. We’ve arrived at the Azure, and the red carpet and dozens of photographers and reporters are just on the other side of the car door. “Are you really sure about this?”

“Of course I’m sure. Why wouldn’t I be sure when the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen is on my arm?”

Abby’s blushes and looks back at me. Her smile is shy, but she glows and her pale, bare shoulders lose some of their tension – it’s like watching an exquisitely rare flower go into bloom. Everymoment, it’s me pinching myself to wonder how I was so lucky to have her walk into my office and my life.

Arriving at the Rockin’ Hearts Ball with the most beautiful woman in the world makes me indescribably proud. Abby is radiant in a red dress that is a delicious tease of accentuating her curves and teasing me with an unbearable need to explore what I can’t see. She takes my breath away, completely unaware of just how singularly beautiful she is. She is utterly captivating.

I can’t wait to share the surprise I have planned for her.

“This is just…Idon’t even have words for this!” Abby’s face is flushed with the purest happiness I’ve ever seen in another person. She is the embodiment of joy and everything that I want in a woman. More than anything else, I know she must be mine. She’s the key that unlocks the happiness I didn’t even know could exist in my world. I want to make her this happy every day of her life.

“Where did you get off to?” I ask, sweeping her into my arms. “Tell me as we dance.”

Dancing, Abby fits perfectly in my arms and is a beautiful dancer. We dance together like we’ve been doing this for years, with her body responding to mine with a naturalness that lights a fire in me. I want to learn how she responds when she’s naked in my bed and I’m giving her orgasm after earth-shattering orgasm.

Abby’s eyes are bright with happiness as I pull her close to my body and we continue to dance. Her skin is soft and silky, and agreat deal of satisfaction fills me when she shivers as I run my hands across her bare skin. She’s holding back…but I want to be the one shedoesn’thold back with. I want to be the one to push her to places and experiences she’s never even dreamed about. I want to make her as happy as she’s already made me.

“I ran into – and I mean Iliterallyran in to – Dylan Magenta when I was going to the bar. He was so kind and funny, and so unlike the scowling persona he has online. Otherwise…”

Abby catches her breath as I spin her on the dance floor, her full red skirt brushing against my legs and her auburn hair brushing against my face as I spin her. Her hair is as silky as her skin and I’m already envisioning what it will look like on the pillow next to me, for a lifetime to come.

“Yes?” I smile at her, my cock tight from desire. Every nerve ending in my body is lit up like an electrical grid. My desire for Abby increases every second that she’s in my arms. I won’t be able to last much longer without claiming her as mine. I want to savor this night, this first night I claim her for my own, but I’m also ready to blow.

“It’s just…this is so unreal. Like I suppose for you it’s all normal no-big-whoop to be around all these amazing musicians and celebrities. But to me, this is an entirely different world. I just…”

The light in Abby’s blue eyes changes and I know what’s on her mind.

“Your mom?” I run my fingers along her jaw, tilting her pretty face up to mine.

“Yes. I wish she could have come to an event like this, to have really been recognized. She really was talented, you know.” There’s a defensiveness and fierce pride in her voice, which Irespect. Family is the most important thing of all and I respect how passionate she is about her mom and wishing her mom could have gotten her due as a musician.

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