Page 17 of Dangerous Curves Ahead
He looked down at her, “Why didn’t you tell me yourself? Or one of my guys?”
She gave a small shake, “I haven’t talked to many guys. I’m really shy normally and don’t like to call attention to myself. And I was scared you wouldn’t believe me either.”
He leaned down and kissed her, “I would have listened, because it was my job to listen. And if any of the fuckers that call themselves a manager at the bank had done their job and listened to you, none of that would have happened. I’m sorry love. For them being assholes and not listening.”
She gave a small laugh, “It’s okay I’m used to it.”
He gave a harumph of irritation and it made her laugh even harder, “I love you.”
He went still, and she did as well, her laughter cutting off and silence blanking the room, “I, uh, I.” She trailed off and he smiled, “Bombshell, I love you too. It’s crazy fast and yet so wonderful there are no words.”
He kissed her, sealing their declaration of love and then he leaned back again, “You said you are shy normally, but you haven’t been shy at all around me. Especially not at dinner.”
She bit her lip, “You seem to make my shyness go away. I don’t know why, but I also don’t hate it. Case in point.” She said, gesturing at her naked body in his arms.
He laughed and she went on, “Normally if someone spoke to me like that I would just stay quiet and not speak up, but today? I don’t know. Something snapped inside me. I was pissed. Like more mad than I ever have been. I am so sick and tired of women all over being shamed for their bodies. For things they can’t control. It’s so frustrating.”
She gave a small growl and he laughed again, “My little tiger. I love it.”
She smiled, “Thanks. I just knew that I had to say something. You have never looked at me as if I need to change anything about myself and I refuse to let men like that make anyone feel bad for something like that again. Women should be able to be themselves and eat what they want and do what they want without people making them feel bad for not having a perfectly toned body. I get so tired of the stereotype and tonight, you seemed to give me the courage to say something. Genna has my whole life too and refused to let me be ashamed of my curves. She was always envious and it made me love my body more. So yeah. I had to say what needed to be said.”
Steele kissed her again, “You are beautiful. From the top of your head to your sexy polished toes. I love every single inch of you.”
She kissed him back and lay against his chest, “That means the world to me.”
He kissed her head and she shut her eyes, and within moments, she was asleep in his arms.
He shut his eyes, and as he held her close, he slept harder than he ever had in his life.
