Taming The Alpha - BBW Paranormal Romance by Adriana Hunter Page B

floor?” Nikki was
pulling a pink baby doll top over her head, adjusting the top to
accommodate her ample breasts. Lori leaned against the wall,
watching.
    “ Yeah,
I’m getting there. Needed a rest. Rough night this morning.”
Her eyes traveled over Nikki’s body. “You need help
getting dressed? I’d be happy to lend you a hand.”
    Nikki
slapped Lori’s hand away, laughing. “I’m perfectly
capable of getting dressed myself, doll.” She gave the skimpy
top of her outfit another tug. “There’s just a little
more of me than there is of this outfit.”
    “ I
can see that.” Lori pushed herself away from the wall. “In
your line of work, less is more, you know. Less clothing, that is.
Not less of you.” She dropped her robe to the floor, checking
the reflection of her tawny body in the mirror.
    “ I
see how the guys look at you and then think I should put on a couple
pounds.” She ran her hands down her sides, over her flat
stomach, turning side to side.
    Nikki
frowned at her friend. “Why on earth would you do that? You’re
beautiful, just like you are.”
    “ Yeah.
I know…but sometimes. I see how the guys look at you.”
Lori caught Nikki’s gaze in the mirror. “All those lush
curves, big boobs, hips they can hang on to. They must imagine
fucking you is like diving into a vat of whipped cream…sweet
and soft and delicious.”
    There
was nothing Nikki could do, but laugh. She bent over, dragging a
brush through her hair, trying to get it big and sexy. She flipped it
back, smoothing the top.
    “ I
guess that’s all I can do.” She pushed in front of Lori
at the mirror. “Excuse me…some of us have to work for a
living.” Lori sighed dramatically, rolling her eyes for effect
and sauntered over to her locker.
    Nikki
ran a finger across her lipstick, wiping away an errant smudge,
inspecting her eyeliner and mascara. She glanced over at Lori,
half-dressed, still bare foot. She scowled, tapping her foot.
    Lori
grabbed a black g-string, pulling it up her narrow hips and then
started tugging on a black leather bustier that fit her like a second
skin. She waved her hand in Nikki’s general direction.
    “ Go
on. You’re going to miss him if you wait for me.” She
winked. Nikki left the cramped, dingy dressing room, a strange mix of
anticipation and dread settling into the pit of her stomach. Recipe
for disaster said it all, but the thrill outweighed all thought of
caution.
    The
crowd was facing the stage, watching the next dancer, someone new
that Nikki didn’t know. She thought her stage name was Neon,
but she wasn’t sure. And right now, she didn’t really
care. Her eyes were scanning the back of the room, searching for any
tall man with dark hair. But there wasn’t anyone that looked
like her guy.
    Nikki’s
heart sank and she breathed out a sigh tinged with relief. She turned
toward the bar for her one free drink of the night when she felt
someone at her shoulder.
    “ Looking
for someone?”
    The
voice was rich and deep, and it sent a shiver down her spine. She
knew it was him even before she turned around. She briefly closed her
eyes, drew a breath and turned around, with what she hoped was a
seductive smile on her lips.
    “ I
just might be…” Her words faded as she looked at the man
standing in front of her.
    It
was him. But up close he was even more breathtaking. Tall and lean,
but muscular, with black hair cut short, exposing a chiseled, square
jaw and sculpted face, this was the guy. Same black t-shirt and black jeans. Nikki’s breath caught
in her throat and she knew she was staring, but she was powerless to
look away and apparently just as powerless to speak.
    His
lips were curved into a sensuous line, and it was all she could do
not to reach out and run her fingers over them. She finally looked up
into his eyes and blinked.
    They
were gray, almost silver, like moonlight on a winter night. The
shiver she felt intensified and she impulsively wrapped her arms
around