Curves Envy 4 - Curvy Conquest: BBW Billionaire Romance by Scarlett Avery

important files and a number of back issues to magazines in my cabinet to help me write my plus-size features. With a sigh, I walk back to grab the coffee I left on one of my colleagues’ desks and I plunk myself behind my iMac. I shrug my shoulders and resign myself to the fact Jennifer has ruined my plans to have the office all to myself for the next few hours. If her conversation becomes too distracting, I’ll put my headphones on to drown out her annoying voice. I grab my coffee and take one last big gulp before diving into my work.
    As much as I try to focus on writing this article, I can’t help but catch a few snippets of my boss’ conversation. Suddenly a question she asks breaks my concentration and I find myself listening in more intently.
    “Baby, do you know how much I miss you?”
    I guess she’s talking to her husband Seth. Funny, she never sounds this loving when she’s speaks to him usually. She must be buttering him up for something.
    I chuckle to myself and get back to my writing.
    “Please get me out of here. I’m suffocating.”
    Huh?
    I’m doing my best to focus on my work, but Jennifer’s voice is carrying through the empty office and her last statement has me intrigued. Trouble in paradise? Forget about work. This is way too juicy. I pretend to type just in case Maleficent walks out of the conference room, but I’m really listening in on her conversation.
    “I told you one year ago when you came up with this plan that I hated being far away from you. Every day we’re apart is like torture for me.”
    Okay, she’s not talking to her husband. Does she have a lover? Oh, this is only getting better.
    “Please, stop worrying. I’m still playing it cool despite the fact I’m dying to see you again soon. As far as everyone here knows, I was in Hong Kong dealing with a sick aunt. No one suspects anything so far—not even my assistant. I made great headway with the product while I was there, honey.”
    Product? Who is she talking to so early in the morning?
    “Of course I can’t avoid Candy forever. I’m painfully aware I work with her. I’ll have to keep my feelings about her in check until we can sort this mess.”
    When I hear my name, I hold my breath. Why is she talking about me like that? Something about Jennifer’s tone sounds too personal for it to be about work. For some inexplicable reason, I get up from my chair and I tippy-toe until I get as close as possible to the conference room.
    “Thank God for small favors. At least I’ve not had to deal with Candice since her cat died. Yvette, my assistant, was the one who told me about the pesky creature’s passing.”
    So she’s known about Leo from the beginning but never brought it up?
    “Pity the furball ingested some of the diet pills.”
    She knows about the pills Leo swallowed? So she does read my blog.
    I duck under a desk near the conference room. My gut is screaming at me to keep a low profile and I tuck my body in as best as I can to be as inconspicuous as possible as I listen in on her conversation. Holy shit. My heart is beating so fast I feel like I’m going to throw up, but in a moment of lucidity, I fish in my back pocket to find my phone. There’s no way in hell anyone will ever believe this if I don’t record it. I push the Voice Memos icon on my phone and hold it as close as I can without being made out.
    “I was able to quickly put two and two together the minute Yvette told me about the news, since I’ve been pushing our fat plus-size editor to take the BoostaSlimz pills home to test them.”
    Fat plus-size editor? Bitch.
    “Listen, I can’t believe they were able to link Marvel West back to our pills so quickly.”
    Our pills?
    “We didn’t even have time to set up a contingency plan. And this is particularly annoying since last month was one of our bestselling months. We sold hundreds of millions of dollars’ worth of our diet pills online to desperate women looking to get back into their skinny