to fall all over me, because I had big titties and a fat ass.
Now I was almost a hundred pounds heavier, and plenty of men just considered me fat. The tables had surely turned. Michael had lost all that weight, and he was stunning. I felt like I needed to catch my breath just looking at him. The surprising thing was that even though he was certifiably gorgeous, he still seemed to be infatuated with me. I was beyond flattered. I mean, I knew I was still attractive, but we 250-plus-pound women don’t get men who look like Michael asking us out every day. Unfortunately, I was faithfully married, and dating was prohibited.
“So, Loraine.” Michael’s voice cut into my thoughts. “Youwanna go out to dinner with me sometime? I know this great Italian place down in Chester.”
How in the world was I supposed to keep my composure when this gorgeous man was inviting me to dinner? I mean, I loved my husband, but there was that small part of me that was dying to say yes.
I turned to Jerome for a helping hand with my dilemma but quickly realized that was useless. He was sitting on the edge of his seat, leaning forward with both arms on the table like he was watching the season finale to one of his favorite sitcoms. It crossed my mind that somehow he had something to do with Michael asking me out on a date. My good friend had been trying to get me to step out on Leon for quite some time now.
“So, Raine, what you gonna do? Can’t you see the man is waiting for an answer?” Jerome chimed in.
“Mind your own business, Jerome,” I snapped. I was still trying to figure this all out. Did this man really want to go out with me? And was it wrong for me to even be fantasizing about saying yes?
Michael was shifting around in his seat, obviously still waiting for an answer. I knew I couldn’t say yes, but I couldn’t imagine saying no to such a fine man, so I avoided both by changing the subject. “So, how’s your sister?”
“She’s good. Divorced with three hardheaded boys. She’s talking about going back to school to get her master’s.”
“Good for her. Tell her I said hello when you talk to her.”
He kept staring at me. I tried to avoid looking too deeply into his jet-black bedroom eyes, and that’s when I noticed his full lips. I loved full lips. They made me think naughty thoughts.
I bet he could make me come with those lips. I bet he could make me come over and over again….
“So, what do you do for a living?” I asked to get my mind out of the dangerous place it was going.
He smirked. Was it that obvious I was trying to avoid answering his question? “I used to be a CPA; I guess technically I still am, but I gave all that up when I lost the weight. I’m a nutritionist, physical trainer, and sometimes a motivational speaker now.”
“That’s great. Let me know if you need any PR work done. Ever thought about doing a DVD or an infomercial?” I handed him a card.
He smiled warmly. “That’d be great … but I don’t usually mix business with pleasure, so maybe you should answer my question before we take this any further.”
“Umm, what question?” Yes, it was a lame attempt at avoiding the subject again, but I was running out of ideas. And apparently, Michael was not giving up without an answer.
“I asked you if you’d like to go out to dinner with me.”
I was usually a decisive woman, but in this case, I truly didn’t know what to say. He’d already asked me out twice—or was it three times? I really wasn’t sure. The point is I still hadn’t mentioned I was married. What the hell was wrong with me? This was so unlike me. Was I actually contemplating a date with this man? Or was it a roll in the hay I was looking for? Jesus, was either of those a road I really wanted to go down?
“Can I ask you a question?”
“Sure. Ask me anything, as long as you answer my question after I answer yours.”
“Why me? Why ask me out? Are you just into fat girls or something?”
“Oh,
Now I was almost a hundred pounds heavier, and plenty of men just considered me fat. The tables had surely turned. Michael had lost all that weight, and he was stunning. I felt like I needed to catch my breath just looking at him. The surprising thing was that even though he was certifiably gorgeous, he still seemed to be infatuated with me. I was beyond flattered. I mean, I knew I was still attractive, but we 250-plus-pound women don’t get men who look like Michael asking us out every day. Unfortunately, I was faithfully married, and dating was prohibited.
“So, Loraine.” Michael’s voice cut into my thoughts. “Youwanna go out to dinner with me sometime? I know this great Italian place down in Chester.”
How in the world was I supposed to keep my composure when this gorgeous man was inviting me to dinner? I mean, I loved my husband, but there was that small part of me that was dying to say yes.
I turned to Jerome for a helping hand with my dilemma but quickly realized that was useless. He was sitting on the edge of his seat, leaning forward with both arms on the table like he was watching the season finale to one of his favorite sitcoms. It crossed my mind that somehow he had something to do with Michael asking me out on a date. My good friend had been trying to get me to step out on Leon for quite some time now.
“So, Raine, what you gonna do? Can’t you see the man is waiting for an answer?” Jerome chimed in.
“Mind your own business, Jerome,” I snapped. I was still trying to figure this all out. Did this man really want to go out with me? And was it wrong for me to even be fantasizing about saying yes?
Michael was shifting around in his seat, obviously still waiting for an answer. I knew I couldn’t say yes, but I couldn’t imagine saying no to such a fine man, so I avoided both by changing the subject. “So, how’s your sister?”
“She’s good. Divorced with three hardheaded boys. She’s talking about going back to school to get her master’s.”
“Good for her. Tell her I said hello when you talk to her.”
He kept staring at me. I tried to avoid looking too deeply into his jet-black bedroom eyes, and that’s when I noticed his full lips. I loved full lips. They made me think naughty thoughts.
I bet he could make me come with those lips. I bet he could make me come over and over again….
“So, what do you do for a living?” I asked to get my mind out of the dangerous place it was going.
He smirked. Was it that obvious I was trying to avoid answering his question? “I used to be a CPA; I guess technically I still am, but I gave all that up when I lost the weight. I’m a nutritionist, physical trainer, and sometimes a motivational speaker now.”
“That’s great. Let me know if you need any PR work done. Ever thought about doing a DVD or an infomercial?” I handed him a card.
He smiled warmly. “That’d be great … but I don’t usually mix business with pleasure, so maybe you should answer my question before we take this any further.”
“Umm, what question?” Yes, it was a lame attempt at avoiding the subject again, but I was running out of ideas. And apparently, Michael was not giving up without an answer.
“I asked you if you’d like to go out to dinner with me.”
I was usually a decisive woman, but in this case, I truly didn’t know what to say. He’d already asked me out twice—or was it three times? I really wasn’t sure. The point is I still hadn’t mentioned I was married. What the hell was wrong with me? This was so unlike me. Was I actually contemplating a date with this man? Or was it a roll in the hay I was looking for? Jesus, was either of those a road I really wanted to go down?
“Can I ask you a question?”
“Sure. Ask me anything, as long as you answer my question after I answer yours.”
“Why me? Why ask me out? Are you just into fat girls or something?”
“Oh,
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