Mated To The Dragon Of Manhattan (A BBW Paranormal Romance Book 1) by Amira Rain Page A

make. The choice that made me feel sick right then.
     
    But before I could give things much thought, Matthew lifted his glass in a toast. "Another toast. To beautiful, kindhearted, philanthropy-minded women. To Brette and Annabelle."
     
    We all clinked our glasses together, smiling; Matthew soon made a joke, and we all laughed; and somehow, I forgot all about my choice.
     
    When we'd all finished our drinks, Matthew said he and Annabelle would leave Truman and me to enjoy our dinner, as they were meeting Annabelle's parents for dinner at a different restaurant in the tower.
     
    Annabelle gave me a little squeeze and a kiss on the cheek. "It's been really wonderful to formally meet you, Brette.  Our first meeting in the throne room really wasn't much of a proper introduction at all."
     
    I smiled. "No, it really wasn't. And it's been wonderful to meet you as well."
     
    Matthew looked at me with his light blue eyes twinkling. "It was great to meet you, Brette. Also great to see that my friend Truman, here, seems to have lured you away from the famed Rolando Feathers."
     
    I winced, though still smiling. "I'm never going to be able to live that lie down, am I?"
     
    Matthew changed his expression to one of mock surprise.
     
    "You mean Rolando Feathers isn't a real man? He's not your boyfriend?"
     
    I shook my head, trying not to giggle. "No. I have a new boyfriend now." I glanced at Truman. "And he's a much, much better boyfriend than Rolando Feathers could ever even dream of being."
     
    Matthew and Annabelle soon left; the waiter came to take Truman's and my dinner orders; and then I went to the restroom to rearrange my hair, which was falling out of its pins. And there, I overheard a very interesting conversation about Truman.
     

CHAPTER EIGHT
     
    While I stood in front of a gilded mirror in the restroom, winding my long, dark hair back into a twist, I couldn't help but overhear a conversation-in-progress between two women talking behind the mahogany doors of the bathroom stalls.
     
    The one in the stall closest to me giggled. "You are so right about that. What you said about Lord Truman having a body hot enough to melt steel." She paused, giggling some more. "And, oh, what I wouldn't give to run my hands over that long, muscled body of his for just one second. I bet it feels like absolute heaven."
     
    She was not wrong about that.
    Her friend in the next stall responded, clearly a little intoxicated by the way she slurred her words. "I bet he can bring a woman to the very height of heaven, if you know what I mean, in just a few seconds."
     
    She wasn't too far off the mark.
     
    Her giggly companion giggled, and she continued, her slurring increasing.
     
    "Hope that pretty brunette girl, whatever her name is, the one who seems to be his girlfriend already...hope she realizes how lucky she is. Just to get every inch of that rock-hard body all to herself."
     
    I did feel pretty lucky.
     
    The giggly woman in the adjacent stall giggled yet again. "And something just tells me there's more than the usual length of inches to certain parts of that rock-hard body, if you get what I mean."
     
    There definitely were, and just the thought of them, and the thought of most likely feeling them inside of me later that evening made me exhale a quiet, fluttery breath.
     
    Continuing to joke, the two women laughed, and one of them flushed the toilet. Not wanting to be seen, I quickly re-pinned my hair up with two bobby pins and left the bathroom.
     
    I fought a smile the entire way back to Truman's and my candlelit table.
     
    And when he rose to let me back into my seat, he asked me what was so amusing, seeming to be fighting a smile himself. "Something humorous happen in the bathroom?"
     
    I shook my head, grinning. "No. I mean...well, it's a long story, but...I'm just happy to be here with you tonight."
     
    With his full mouth curving into a sexy half-grin, he pulled me close and kissed me. "Not even a fraction as