Kick to the Curves (Eastgate BBW Romance Series Book 2) Read Free

do?”
                  “I gave the receptionist guy your number to give to the sensei,” she smirked.

Phone S creening For Dummies
     
                  Initially, I was mortified that Susan gave Mason my phone number. However, at the end of the day, I started to find myself wishing that he would call. I didn’t know what was worse: waiting for the sensei to call or the fact that it had been three days and I hadn’t heard from him. I was starting to believe that it was a naïve notion thinking that he was going to call me at all.
                  I spent the night making dinner for myself before deciding which sappy movie to watch on instant replay. As I punched down on a salad with my fork, my phone rang. It was rare that I received a call from a number that I didn’t know that wasn’t a telemarketer, so I let it go to voicemail.
                  Bing!
                  My phone sounded with a new message. I put down the fork and reached for my phone. Then I pressed play:
                  “Hi, Marcia, this is Mason from Eastgate City Karate. I hope you’re having a great night. My assistant said that your friend dropped off you number and so I thought I’d give you a call. To be truthful, I’m very glad that she did. You seemed like a lot of fun and I was hoping that you would like to join me for dinner this weekend, if you’re available. Call me back at this number if you are interested. Or reach me at the studio. I hope that you have a good night.”
                  I was frozen. The hot instructor from the karate studio just asked me out on a date! My first instinct was to call Susan. I fumbled with the phone and dialed her number.
                  “Hey!” Susan said as she answered the phone.
                  “Oh, my, GOD!” I yelled.
                  “What just happened?” Susan responded, flatly.
                  “Mason, the super hot sensei, just asked me out!”
                  “Get out of town!”
                  “I’m one hundred percent serious.”
                  “You go, girl!”
                  “You go girl? We’re still saying that?” I asked.
                  “Whatever! I’m happy for you, bitch!” Susan replied.
                  “That’s better.”
                  “So,” Susan started. “When are you guys going on your date?”
                  “I think this weekend,” I said. “I didn’t know the number, so I let it go to voicemail. He just left a message saying that he wanted to do something this weekend.”
                  “Hold on there for one minute,” Susan said. “Are you telling me that you just got called by a hot guy to go on a date and you called me before calling him back?”
                  “Uh…” I didn’t know what to say. I felt extremely stupid. “I’ll call you in a second.”
                  “I swear, Marcia, you can be so–“
                  I hung up before Susan could finish her tirade. Then I found Mason’s number in my call log and rang him back.
                  “Hello?” he answered.
                  “Hi, Mason, it’s Marcia.”
                  “Hi, Marcia. Thank you for calling me back. How is your day?”
                  “It’s great! Thanks for calling me.”
                  “Of course; I didn’t want to miss the opportunity.”
                  “Opportunity for what?”
                  Mason laughed.
                  “To ask you out,” he said.
                  “Well, I’m free this weekend for dinner.”
                  “That sounds fantastic. I was thinking Saturday at seven o’clock at J. Wang’s