Being Me (BBW Romance) Read Free

way he phrased that, like maybe I'd been working here too long. "Yeah, about two. I'm expecting to retire in another twenty-five or so." That's the way, Mitsy; a nice, unsubtle hint to desperately cling on to your livelihood. Riiigghhhtt.
    He just continued to smile at me. "It's always good to have a future goal in life just as long as you stay focused on the present. I'm sure your boyfriend appreciates that."
    What a funny statement; that is, if it didn't hurt just a little. "I don't have a boyfriend," I told him.
    "Oh, really?" He was pleased, I was mad. For once I was wishing he was apologizing. "I must have been thinking about somebody else. Ms. Finner gave me a run-through of all the relationships on the floor, and I'm afraid I didn't take notes."
    "You must not have been," I replied. It was a miracle I could say anything with my teeth ground together like that. The opening of the elevator doors avoided any more mild insults from either of us. I stepped out and glanced over my shoulder. "Guess I'll see you tomorrow."
    He followed me out of the elevator and nodded. Even through my anger I had to admit he had a nice smile. "Indeed. Have a good rest."
    Then he stepped past me. I glared at his back as he walked out of the lobby and disappeared into the streets. My nature, however, didn't let me dislike anyone for long unless they'd done something really terrible. He was no exception, and he wasn't the first person to ask if I had a boyfriend when I hadn't had one in years. I sighed and drove myself home to my lonely apartment in a decent neighborhood. Nothing fancy, but it was home.

CHAPTER 2
     
    At least I had my cat to greet me at the door, demanding his after-work kibbles. I dreamed of someday having my own house with a big yard so I could become a crazy cat-lady. Then nobody would laugh at me because I could order my feline army to maul them to death. Ah, dreams. Right now there was only the one cat, Mr. Perkins, and he was hungry.
    I went through the usual toiling of the evening. Feed the cat, make a nice dinner and then take myself into the bathroom for my nightly self-loathing session. That involved me standing in front of the mirror and staring back at my reflection, wishing some of those pounds would melt away like chocolate in the sun. I had thick, flabby arms and legs, both pale from lack of exercise out in the sun. My chubby cheeks rounded out my face. All in all it was a little discouraging.
    My breasts were all I could count on for solace. I pulled off my shirt and glanced at the balls of flesh. Even with the bra they bounced when I picked them up and dropped them. A pair of boobs any man would want to get a hold of, just without the rest of the body. I recalled back to Dunner's lustful look at my twins. I supposed that if any man was going to look at me that was the best place to look.
    Mr. Perkins jumped up onto the toilet seat and meowed at me. "Oh, you think I'm pretty, do you?" I cooed to him.
    "Meow," was the reply I got.
    "Well, maybe I am and just haven't found the right guy," I wistfully agreed.
    With my daily-dose of self-loathing filled, I toddled off to bed. I slept and another work day rose up to greet me when I woke up. Yay. I drove back to work, rode the elevator to my floor, and stepped off for a big surprise. People were at their desks. It was ten till and people were actually at their desks. Usually I'd come in and find the women, and some of the men, jabbering away in their cliques. Now they were at their desks pretending to work while everyone had an eye on the closed office door now belonging to Mr. Dunner. This was like a Children of the Corn change if the children needed to shave.
    I also noticed the shades were pulled on the lone window looking into Dunner's office. Finner had never used those, and I didn't think the change was for the better. I gave him the benefit of the doubt that he wanted privacy for the interviews. I moved toward my desk but was stopped by Delilah. She was dressed