Love Beyond the Curve (BookStrand Publishing Romance) Read Free

the house and tossed her purse on the kitchen table.
    “Is she? I hadn’t noticed,” Reed said as he closed the door and followed her on into the den.
    “Well, I’m sure you didn’t. Fat girls aren’t your thing, so I won’t have to worry about who’s living right out your back door. Now, if she had been gorgeous, I may have had to put my foot down about it,” she purred as she slipped her arms around his neck and pulled him down to kiss his mouth.
    “You think you have that much power over me, huh?” Reed pulled back, arching an eyebrow at her boldness. Candace never had a problem speaking her mind.
    “I’ll have you on your knees in a matter of minutes, my dear.” Candace walked toward the stairs leading to his bedroom, swaying her hips and leaving a trail of clothing behind her.
    He put his hands on his hips and watched her slither up the staircase, looking back over her shoulder, saying, “Coming, dear?”
    “Of course, do I have an option?” he murmured to himself, shaking his head, following her slowly upstairs.
     
    * * * *
     
    Reed couldn’t sleep after making love with Candace. She dropped right off to sleep after having showered any traces of their lovemaking off her body as soon as they had finished. Why he stayed with her, he wasn’t sure. It seemed easier to go with it than deal with the drama of a breakup. He really needed to think about what he wanted and put things straight with her. Maybe later.
    He had gotten up and pulled on a pair of jeans and walked barefoot out onto the screened porch to smoke a cigarette. He sat down on the swing and began to push himself using his toes, smoking to relax after a hectic day.
    His thoughts went back to this morning when he had met Charlotte. Something about her made him smile as he took a long drag of the cigarette, looking up to her place. He narrowed his eyes to see if what he thought he was seeing was real. It looked like Charlotte’s silhouette in the French doors, dancing provocatively to some unheard sensual rhythm. She was either naked or wearing some kind of skintight outfit, because he could see every curve of her voluptuous body. Thank God he had replaced the windows with narrow French doors, because this private dance was worth every cent. He felt certain she was unaware that her activity could be seen as a shadow through the sheer window coverings. It was dark in the room except for the blue glow of the television, otherwise he may never have noticed anything.
    He stamped out the cigarette and stood up to lean against the door jamb, observing Charlotte’s sensuous moves. She was very graceful and moved fluidly to do what appeared to be some type of belly dancing. Her hair was loose around her shoulders, and every now and then she would slip her arms underneath it and lift it only to let it fall in waves all around her. She was doing a shoulder shimmy that left him barely breathing as he watched her ample bosom shake as her hips made rapid figure-eight movements. He felt the blood rushing to his groin as he watched her perform the erotic dance, completely uninhibited by the privacy she felt she had at two thirty in the morning.
    He wondered what she would do if he ran up the stairs to her door and offered himself for a fast fling on a Friday night. How about that for returning the truck favor? He grinned wickedly as he thought to himself how that scene could play out. He had a full-blown hard-on as he looked up, only to find that the house was now dark, and the show was over.

Chapter Six
     
    Charlotte woke up around one and felt like she had slept late for her usual routine. She ate a bowl of cereal and drank a cup of coffee then proceeded to get ready to wash her car. She donned a pair of cutoffs and a white tank top to accomplish the task. She gathered her car-washing supplies and went downstairs to begin the task, hoping to get a little sun in the process. She drove the car closer to the outdoor faucet and hose and began wetting it