Lacy Bonds (Veronica's Tale)(Curvy Maids 3): (A Billionaire, BDSM, BBW naughty romance) by Renee Jordan Page B
Authors: Renee Jordan
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penthouse at the top of this gorgeous building. It was so kitsch and new, decorated in thirties art deco. I loved it. The building had such character and warmth, you didn't see that with a lot new buildings.
“Good day, Miss Veronica,” the Eastern European doorman smiled, bowing as he held the door open for me.
“Victor, right?” I asked, always unnerved by his polite deference.
“It is, Miss,” he beamed. “You have good day. Miss Zera will be excited to see you.”
“Thanks. You have a great one.”
I walked across the lobby, my feet so light despite ten hours standing at the cash register. I could do this. As long as I was careful and didn't do anything inappropriate, then I wouldn't cheat on Frank.
Because I loved him.
I repeated that on the ride up the elevator, reinforcing it in my mind.
The doors dinged; the elevator opened onto an opulent penthouse. Mr. Draven had filled the place with expensive art pieces though there were more feminine touches in the home than the first time I was here. Lacy dollies, vases with flowers, airier curtains.
“Hi, Veronica,” Zera said, crossing the room in her maid uniform. She was a plump girl with fiery, red hair that fell about her almost bare shoulders, a curl trailing down to her ample cleavage. She looked like she was about to spill out of her top. Even though she was engaged to Mr. Draven, she still worked as his curvy maid.
A plump woman in a tight, gray skirt and a flowery blouse trailed Zera. She had the cutest glasses perched on her round, tan face. And her hair was lovely. I wish my black curls had as much volume as her honey-brown hair. She must be Melissa, the assistant.
“Hey, Zera,” I smiled, a wave of nerves spilling through me.
“I am so glad you changed your mind,” my friend smiled, giving me a warm hug. “I'm sorry you don't have my new number. Since I used my old cell for the business I had to get a new number.”
“That's fine.”
She hooked my arm with hers, leading me across the living room. “Mr. Draven let me use one of the guest bedrooms for my office though I left a few of the toys in there.”
I shifted, giving a weak smile. Zera reveled in the BDSM lifestyle. Her billionaire fiance loved to tie her up and spank her ample bottom. I had seen their collection. I had no idea sex toys could come in so many different styles. I only owned a plain, boring vibrator.
Zera sat at her desk and I sat across from her. “Melissa, get the prospective client files.”
“Yes, Miss Alexandra.” The plump woman went to a filing cabinet and pulled out a stack of manila envelops, setting them on the table. “Do you need anything else?”
“Tea?” Zera asked, raising her eyebrows. I nodded. “Brew us up some of the chamomile tea. I think that would be perfect.”
Melissa left the room. “She's quite...uptight,” I said.
“Issy says the stick up her ass has a stick up its ass,” Zera giggled. I could picture the blonde, earthy Issy saying that with her country sass. “But she's effective. I'd be lost without her these days.”
“That's good.”
“Okay, let's find you a billionaire.” She grabbed the first one, grimaced, and set that aside. I frowned, looking at the name: Blake Marsden.
I gave a curious glance at that folder. Why had she set it to the side?
“How about Mr. Vance?” Zera asked. She opened up the file. A glossy picture of a Mr. Vance rested atop his paperwork. He dressed like a climber, his arms thick and his chest powerful as he stood before a tan cliff. “He's very adventuresome. Loves to travel. He's looking for a fun gal. He's hinted that he wouldn't mind a submissive lover.”
“Um, no,” I said, shaking my head. I wasn't interested in being a lover.
“Okay,” she said, closing it up and pulling out the next one. I rejected that one as well. Another billionaire looking for a plump gal to dominate in bed. I wanted a job not a relationship. I had Frank for sex. He got the job done most of the
“Good day, Miss Veronica,” the Eastern European doorman smiled, bowing as he held the door open for me.
“Victor, right?” I asked, always unnerved by his polite deference.
“It is, Miss,” he beamed. “You have good day. Miss Zera will be excited to see you.”
“Thanks. You have a great one.”
I walked across the lobby, my feet so light despite ten hours standing at the cash register. I could do this. As long as I was careful and didn't do anything inappropriate, then I wouldn't cheat on Frank.
Because I loved him.
I repeated that on the ride up the elevator, reinforcing it in my mind.
The doors dinged; the elevator opened onto an opulent penthouse. Mr. Draven had filled the place with expensive art pieces though there were more feminine touches in the home than the first time I was here. Lacy dollies, vases with flowers, airier curtains.
“Hi, Veronica,” Zera said, crossing the room in her maid uniform. She was a plump girl with fiery, red hair that fell about her almost bare shoulders, a curl trailing down to her ample cleavage. She looked like she was about to spill out of her top. Even though she was engaged to Mr. Draven, she still worked as his curvy maid.
A plump woman in a tight, gray skirt and a flowery blouse trailed Zera. She had the cutest glasses perched on her round, tan face. And her hair was lovely. I wish my black curls had as much volume as her honey-brown hair. She must be Melissa, the assistant.
“Hey, Zera,” I smiled, a wave of nerves spilling through me.
“I am so glad you changed your mind,” my friend smiled, giving me a warm hug. “I'm sorry you don't have my new number. Since I used my old cell for the business I had to get a new number.”
“That's fine.”
She hooked my arm with hers, leading me across the living room. “Mr. Draven let me use one of the guest bedrooms for my office though I left a few of the toys in there.”
I shifted, giving a weak smile. Zera reveled in the BDSM lifestyle. Her billionaire fiance loved to tie her up and spank her ample bottom. I had seen their collection. I had no idea sex toys could come in so many different styles. I only owned a plain, boring vibrator.
Zera sat at her desk and I sat across from her. “Melissa, get the prospective client files.”
“Yes, Miss Alexandra.” The plump woman went to a filing cabinet and pulled out a stack of manila envelops, setting them on the table. “Do you need anything else?”
“Tea?” Zera asked, raising her eyebrows. I nodded. “Brew us up some of the chamomile tea. I think that would be perfect.”
Melissa left the room. “She's quite...uptight,” I said.
“Issy says the stick up her ass has a stick up its ass,” Zera giggled. I could picture the blonde, earthy Issy saying that with her country sass. “But she's effective. I'd be lost without her these days.”
“That's good.”
“Okay, let's find you a billionaire.” She grabbed the first one, grimaced, and set that aside. I frowned, looking at the name: Blake Marsden.
I gave a curious glance at that folder. Why had she set it to the side?
“How about Mr. Vance?” Zera asked. She opened up the file. A glossy picture of a Mr. Vance rested atop his paperwork. He dressed like a climber, his arms thick and his chest powerful as he stood before a tan cliff. “He's very adventuresome. Loves to travel. He's looking for a fun gal. He's hinted that he wouldn't mind a submissive lover.”
“Um, no,” I said, shaking my head. I wasn't interested in being a lover.
“Okay,” she said, closing it up and pulling out the next one. I rejected that one as well. Another billionaire looking for a plump gal to dominate in bed. I wanted a job not a relationship. I had Frank for sex. He got the job done most of the
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