Dangerous Curves 2: The Good Girl (A Billionaire and BBW erotica romance) by Melody Banks Page A
Authors: Melody Banks
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and I didn’t have much longer to wait before Nick’s driver picked me.
But for now, duty called.
I covered the distance across the office in record time, saying hi to my best friend, Katie, as I went.
“Cute dress!” Katie said, as I sailed by.
“Thanks!” I told her, beaming at the compliment.
I was wearing a brand new outfit today – a flirty black and white polka dot dress, accessorized with a yellow scarf knotted loosely around my neck. The outfit had a fun, retro vibe, and it was girly and cute. The best part, though, was that the dress buttoned all the way down the front. I had picked it out for that very reason.
I felt a little chill run down my spine at the thought of how Nick’s fingers would hungrily undo the buttons, racing through them one by one, when we inevitably found ourselves back in his penthouse later that night.
Nick Colby was – in addition to being the owner of our magazine and my temporary lover – one of the most eligible bachelors around.
Just ask People magazine. They’d included him on their 50 Most Beautiful People list three years in a row (a record that remained unmatched). At thirty-five years old, Nick had a net worth that rivaled most first world nations.
The fact that he owned a magazine would have been surpr ising, save for the fact that Nick was a well-known patron of the arts. Not to mention a philanthropist. Nick readily pledged money – heady, insane sums – to organizations like Feed America and Doctors without Borders .
All of this only added to the fact that I found him completely irresistible. Fortunately, though, I wouldn’t have to resist much longer. We would be meeting up in just around an hour.
But for now, I had to get through the rest of my workday.
The second I saw Mariah’s face, my entire body tensed up. Mariah was a notoriously tough boss, which would have been tolerable, if she were at least fair. But she wasn’t. Mariah was known for playing favorites, for giving her friends great assignments, while relegating her inferiors (as she called them) to virtual scraps.
From the look on her face, something was up.
Still, nothing could have prepared me for what she was about to say.
“I’m putting you on assignment,” Mariah said curtly, before I’d even had a chance to sit down.
“On assignment?” I repeated, blinking in surprise.
“I know the original plan was for you to become a columnist for the magazine,” she said. “But I recently had something come up – a lead feature story – that I thought you’d be perfect for. If you’re interested, of course.”
I could hardly contain my excitement. “I’m definitely interested,” I said enthusiastically. Writing a feature story for Brown-Eyed Girl was a big deal. Even Katie had never written a lead story for the magazine.
“Great!” Mariah said. “We can go over the details on Monday. I just wa nted to make sure you were on board before I signed off on it.”
“I’m totally on board,” I affirmed. “What’s the topic?” I asked, realizing that in all my excitement, I’d committed to writing the article without asking anything about it. Not that it mattered. Any lead story would be too good to turn down – no matter the topic.
“We can go over it on Monday,” Mariah said, waving her hand dismissively. “That’s when I’ll get the details in. For now, get out of here,” she said, laughing. “Go enjoy your weekend.” She turned and glanced out the window, where a sudden cloudburst had taken over the Manhattan skyline. “As much as you can enjoy it in this weather, anyway.”
I stood up to go. “Thanks, Mariah,” I said, feeling genuinely pleased. A column and a lead feature story?! I could barely wrap my head around it. Now, instead of simply blogging to get my writing fix, I’d be able to make a living with my words.
I could hardly wait to tell Nick about it….
He’d be so excited. Since day one, he’d been full of praise for my writing abilities. My
But for now, duty called.
I covered the distance across the office in record time, saying hi to my best friend, Katie, as I went.
“Cute dress!” Katie said, as I sailed by.
“Thanks!” I told her, beaming at the compliment.
I was wearing a brand new outfit today – a flirty black and white polka dot dress, accessorized with a yellow scarf knotted loosely around my neck. The outfit had a fun, retro vibe, and it was girly and cute. The best part, though, was that the dress buttoned all the way down the front. I had picked it out for that very reason.
I felt a little chill run down my spine at the thought of how Nick’s fingers would hungrily undo the buttons, racing through them one by one, when we inevitably found ourselves back in his penthouse later that night.
Nick Colby was – in addition to being the owner of our magazine and my temporary lover – one of the most eligible bachelors around.
Just ask People magazine. They’d included him on their 50 Most Beautiful People list three years in a row (a record that remained unmatched). At thirty-five years old, Nick had a net worth that rivaled most first world nations.
The fact that he owned a magazine would have been surpr ising, save for the fact that Nick was a well-known patron of the arts. Not to mention a philanthropist. Nick readily pledged money – heady, insane sums – to organizations like Feed America and Doctors without Borders .
All of this only added to the fact that I found him completely irresistible. Fortunately, though, I wouldn’t have to resist much longer. We would be meeting up in just around an hour.
But for now, I had to get through the rest of my workday.
The second I saw Mariah’s face, my entire body tensed up. Mariah was a notoriously tough boss, which would have been tolerable, if she were at least fair. But she wasn’t. Mariah was known for playing favorites, for giving her friends great assignments, while relegating her inferiors (as she called them) to virtual scraps.
From the look on her face, something was up.
Still, nothing could have prepared me for what she was about to say.
“I’m putting you on assignment,” Mariah said curtly, before I’d even had a chance to sit down.
“On assignment?” I repeated, blinking in surprise.
“I know the original plan was for you to become a columnist for the magazine,” she said. “But I recently had something come up – a lead feature story – that I thought you’d be perfect for. If you’re interested, of course.”
I could hardly contain my excitement. “I’m definitely interested,” I said enthusiastically. Writing a feature story for Brown-Eyed Girl was a big deal. Even Katie had never written a lead story for the magazine.
“Great!” Mariah said. “We can go over the details on Monday. I just wa nted to make sure you were on board before I signed off on it.”
“I’m totally on board,” I affirmed. “What’s the topic?” I asked, realizing that in all my excitement, I’d committed to writing the article without asking anything about it. Not that it mattered. Any lead story would be too good to turn down – no matter the topic.
“We can go over it on Monday,” Mariah said, waving her hand dismissively. “That’s when I’ll get the details in. For now, get out of here,” she said, laughing. “Go enjoy your weekend.” She turned and glanced out the window, where a sudden cloudburst had taken over the Manhattan skyline. “As much as you can enjoy it in this weather, anyway.”
I stood up to go. “Thanks, Mariah,” I said, feeling genuinely pleased. A column and a lead feature story?! I could barely wrap my head around it. Now, instead of simply blogging to get my writing fix, I’d be able to make a living with my words.
I could hardly wait to tell Nick about it….
He’d be so excited. Since day one, he’d been full of praise for my writing abilities. My
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