Curves For The Lone Alpha (A Big Girl Meets Bad Wolf Romance) Read Free Page B

and one double bedroom with an ensuite. Other than the front
door there was a single sliding door onto the deck.
    “Something smells good,” he said.
    “There’s some left if you’re hungry. Nothing fancy, I didn’t
have much to work with.” Even as I spoke I was mentally kicking myself. If a
handsome man complimented my cooking my knee-jerk reaction to offer him some
was apparently more powerful than my survival instinct. I was a sucker for a
pretty face.
    He glanced at his wrist to check the time and nodded.
    “Yeah, sounds good. I think we’re probably better off
staying here for now.”
    We’re? I raised an eyebrow as he poked his head into
the bedroom. Once he was done he visibly relaxed and came over to the kitchen
to join me.
    “Look it’s none of my business, but you don’t really seem
the type to be having a solitary weekend away, communing with nature or
whatever.”
    What exactly was that supposed to mean? Did my fuller figure
preclude me from enjoying the great outdoors in his eyes? I glared at him and
cocked my head, challenging him to go on.
    “There’s just something about you that I can’t quite put my
finger on.” I could swear he sniffed me as he said it, weird, “But I really
wouldn’t expect a woman like you to be alone on a trip like this. No boyfriend?
No husband? No secret lover?”
    A woman like me? Was he flirting with me? I tried to stammer
an explanation but he held up his hands, “None of my business,” and shoved a
fork full of pasta in his mouth.
    “Damn. This is good. It’s been a while since I had a
home-cooked meal.”
    This whole situation was starting to get a little surreal. I
still had no idea who this rugged stranger was, but I found myself eating up
his compliments and craving more. I was coming down from a bit of an adrenaline
high and felt a little light headed and giddy. Not to mention the fact that now
I could see him (him! I didn’t even know his name) properly it was hard not to
be overwhelmed by his presence.
    Attractive wasn’t the half of it. He was a big man. Tall,
broad and solid. Under a loose t-shirt and faded jacket I couldn’t tell exactly
how he was built, but it was hard not to assume we were talking well defined.
At minimum a chiseled six pack and obliques. I liked my men big, and I’d be a
hypocrite if a few extra pounds bothered me, but he really didn’t look like the
sort to be anything other than ripped.
     “Thanks. I’m glad
you like it...”
    “James... everyone calls me Jimmy. Take your pick.”
    “James. Definitely James.”
    He tilted his head in acknowledgement and kept shovelling
forks full of pasta into his mouth.
    “So any chance you’re going to cut the bullshit and tell me
what’s going on James?”
    “Says the beautiful girl with the imaginary boyfriend.”
    He called me beautiful. I’m sure it was just a figure of
speech along with all his “Ma’am”s  and
he didn’t actually think I was beautiful, but when a mysterious guy who looks
like he just walked off the set of an action film calls me beautiful I’ll take
it. I’m happy to take what I can get.
    Unfortunately this all made me very self aware of how little
I was wearing. As he ate, I couldn’t help notice his eyes doing a bit of
roaming and I tugged my way-too-short shirt down lower which had the
seld-defeating effect of pulling it tighter across my substantial breasts.
    “I’m sorry,” he said as he put the empty bowl down on the
counter, “that wasn’t fair. Your business is your business, I’m the intruder
here, I owe you an explanation. I’m tracking a wild animal that came down from
the mountain. Killed a girl a couple of towns over. Tragic business. They
usually stay out of everyone’s way but it’s been a long winter and food is
scarce and they’ve decided to head for warmer, more civilized climes.”
    “You said it was a man earlier.”
    “Hmmm?”
    “At the door you said you were tracking a dangerous man.”
    “I did? Yeah I guess