Twists and Curves - A Sexy BWWM Interracial BBW Romance Novella from Steam Books (Romantica) by Steam Books, Sandra Sinclair Page A

handed her two bracelets. “I had these in the car and thought I’d give them to you.”
    Yolanda smiled as she looked at the bracelets, laying them out on her palm. “Oh, you didn’t have to.”
    “I wanted to,” Caroline said. “This was my first time to be a guest in a talk show and you really made me feel welcome and comfortable.” She took Yolanda’s hand. “I’m grateful.”
    “You’re welcome,” Yolanda told her, squeezing her hand. “And thanks for the bracelets.”
    Caroline nodded. “Well, I better go.”
    “Drive safely,” Yolanda called out to her as she walked away. “And good luck on that play.”
    “Thanks,” Caroline said before going out of sight.
    “Ms. Gray,” another voice caught Yolanda’s attention.
    She turned towards the production assistant who had just started working there last week, a woman in her mid-twenties with auburn hair and maroon-framed eyeglasses. “Terry, how many times do I have to tell you to just call me Yolanda?”
    The woman clutched her clipboard tightly, clearly upset. “Sorry, Ms…Yolanda. I…”
    Yolanda touched Terry’s shoulder. “No need to be apologize. Have you settled in?”
    “I…I think I’m getting there.”
    “Good.” Yolanda grinned. “So what did you want to tell me?”
    “Oh, Mr. Frederickson wants to see you in his office,” Terry said.
    “Mr. Frederickson, huh?” Yolanda scratched her chin and furrowed her eyebrows. “Wonder what I did wrong this time?”
    “Well, he didn’t seem mad or…”
    “I was just kidding, Terry.” Yolanda patted the other woman. “But thanks for the concern. I’ll go see him.”
    Terry just nodded.
    Yolanda walked out of the studio, up one floor and down a hall to a set of mahogany double doors. She knocked and after hearing him tell her to come in, pushed one of the doors open.
    “You wanted to see me?”
    “Ah, yes.” Mr. Frederickson turned his chair to face his desk and gestured for her to take a seat in front of it. “Ms. Gray, I have some news.”
    “Okay.” Yolanda sat down.
    “Mrs. Elwood – or should I call her Ms. Lambert now? – has called me to say she wants her show back.”
    Yolanda raised an eyebrow. “She does?”
    “Her marriage failed apparently,” Mr. Frederickson explained. 
    “I see.” 
    “We are leaning towards granting her request, though we are still wondering if we should let her do a show with you – it might be good to do a show that has both black and white hosts to cover the demographics – or if we will be giving her back her usual show and moving yours to a new timeslot. Your show has been doing well, after all, and so we don’t really want to get rid of it. The latter scenario is more likely.”
    “Oh.” Yolanda was only slightly surprised. True, she had begun to enjoy being a talk show host, but she never really thought she was a perfect cut for the job, unlike Elizabeth Lambert. Given Ms. Lambert’s record, it was understandable the network would take her back in a heartbeat.
    “We will inform you when we have made our final decision, of course,” Mr. Frederickson went on. “In the meantime, please continue with the good job you’ve been doing so far.”
    “Thank you.” Yolanda rose from her seat. “Good night.”
    “Good night.”
    Yolanda walked out calmly.  Change was a constant, something that happened all the time in the broadcasting industry, she was used to it.  She could even accept that Elizabeth Lambert was a bigger name than hers.  It was fine.
    So what was bugging her?
    Yolanda stopped and sighed for a moment as her mind pinpointed the little thing that was nagging at her about this whole thing: Elizabeth Lambert was white and thin, and she was black and thick.  It wasn’t that it was currently unfair that Ms. Lambert could shift her weight (figuratively, not literally) around, it was the thought that Yolanda might not even get a chance to be at her level, all because of the way she looked.
    Yolanda snapped out