CURVES BY DESIGN (Big Girls And Bad Boys: A BBW Erotic Romance) Read Free

chair beside her.   "Don't forgive him so easily, Molly."   His voice was husky as his blue eyes pierced her with a fierce look.
    Definitely drinking.    Not that she knew him well...but she knew this wasn't his typical behavior.   "Devon...are you drunk?"
    He shrugged.   "I've had a few.   But I'm not so hammered that I don't know what I'm saying.   Dylan is treating you like shit and you're making it too easy for him.   He should value a woman like you."
    A woman like her?    What was he saying?    Did he even know what he was saying?
    "Dylan is a good friend.   I'm sure he wouldn't have cancelled unless it was a dire situation."
    "He's an asshole."
    She had to bite her lip to keep from laughing at Devon's abrupt statement. He obviously had drunk enough that he had lost his usual tact.   She got up from her chair and held her hand out to Devon.   "I'm taking you home.   You obviously shouldn't be driving."
    She watched with amusement as he scowled at her hand before grasping it as he muttered, "He didn't even buy you a ring?"
    Molly tugged him to his feet.   Her hand was engulfed by his strong, masculine grip, and just that casual contact was enough to send a jolt of sensation down her arm and spine.   Oh hell...she needed her head examined.   She was either desperate or deranged for feeling these tingles of excitement from the meaningless touch of a drunk man who didn't have the slightest interest in her.
    "Why would anybody give me a ring?" she asked curiously, as she led him out of the restaurant and to her vehicle.
    She knew she was crazy for placing herself in a position where she had to spend any more time in Devon's company, but he was basically harmless at the moment, and Dylan would never forgive her if something happened to his big brother.   She wouldn't forgive herself either.
    As she hit the button on her key chain to unlock the car door she heard him mumble, "Emeralds and diamonds, to match your eyes."
    Oh, Lord.    He really was inebriated.   "Devon...do you know what you're talking about?" The nurse in her kicked in, wanting to know if he was oriented or if he was rambling.
    He seemed perfectly capable as he folded his large body into her car and closed the door.   She got in and fastened her seatbelt before he replied,   "You and Devon were going to announce your engagement.   Why hasn't he gotten you a ring?"
    He sounded completely serious.   No slurred speech and perfect diction...but he was talking complete nonsense.
    She leaned over him to grab his seatbelt and snap it closed as she replied to humor him, "Dylan and I aren't getting married, Devon.   He's marrying my best friend, Lauren."
    He went completely silent.
    It was dark and she couldn't see his face.   "Are you okay to give me directions?" she asked him softly.
    Surprisingly, he answered crisply and clearly, leading her to his home just on the outskirts of the city.
    Molly let out an audible sigh as she pulled into Devon’s long, winding driveway.   She couldn't see it well, but she could tell that his house was a beautifully renovated Victorian-era home.   She loved the charm and the sense of history in these old, beautiful houses.
    She parked close to the door and grabbed her purse.   She would see Devon safely inside before she headed back to her apartment.   He seemed okay...but she was a little concerned about his mental state.
    Devon grabbed her hand tightly as he unlocked the door and led her into the charming old home.   As he flipped on the lights, she gasped as she surveyed the interior.
    It was like stepping back in time - modern met Victorian in a way that was so subtle that it was enchanting.   The maroon and gold of the heavy drapes and wallpaper blended in with a more modern leather couch and recliner.
    She was surrounded by antiques right down to the grandfather clock and a few side pieces of furniture with ornate legs that were covered with lace valances.