The Beast Loves Curves Read Free

called Abbie by all of my clients." She could barely speak.
     
    He wasn't at all what she had pictured. His face was handsome. There were scars that kept it from perfection, probably from his accident, but rather than detract from his looks it actually made him rather attractive. Rugged and masculine. His deep blue eyes were smiling and his well trimmed blonde hair looked mussed, like he had been running his hand through it.
     
    "Please call me Ian." He was still grinning as he held out his hand.
     
    His hand was warm and firm. It was large like the rest of him and Abbie's hand was engulfed by his as she reached out to him. She shivered from the heat that raced through her body from the casual gesture.
     
    "I'll bring you a breakfast tray." Abbie heard Nancy say quietly as she retreated and the door clicked shut.
     
    He held her hand a little longer than necessary. Abbie had to pull away. She couldn't contain the tremor in her limbs that his vibrant touch seemed to set ignite inside of her. Where was the beast? And why did Ian Campbell have to be so damned compelling?
     
    Of course he's charming. Try to remember that he goes through women like you've been going through tissues. Use and discard. Use and discard. Focus, Abbie, focus.
     
    She used her best professional voice as she queried, "Would you like to go over what you expect."
     
    He waved her toward a chair in front of his desk before he seated himself behind it. "Right down to business, huh?"
     
    "I thought that's what you wanted. You did hire my company for a purpose." God...she sounded uptight. She sat in the comfy leather chair and tried not to squirm, wishing he could direct his intense blue-eyed stare at something other than her. She felt like she was being dissected, his attention focused entirely on her.
     
    "You're nervous. Why would a woman as talented as you be nervous?," he asked in a curious voice.
     
    "Because I've heard that you're extremely difficult to work with," she blurted out the truth before she could censor herself. She hadn't meant to, but maybe it was better that way. She was tense and she needed to be at ease to do her best, creative work.
     
    She started as his huge, booming laughter filled the room. She knew she was gaping at him, her mouth opening and closing like a landed fish...but she couldn't help herself.
     
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    Ian tried to stop himself, but he couldn't hold back the laughter that welled up inside of him at her unexpected comment. People didn't usually give him honesty. They told him what he wanted to hear.
     
    As he got himself under control he choked out, "The beast?"
     
    "That's what they say?" She looked uncomfortable now.
     
    He was still smiling as he answered, "You shouldn't listen to everything you hear, Abbie. That was a rumor that was circulated deliberately by some employees that were fired for good reason." He propped an arm under his chin as he stared into her jade green eyes. "However...I'm definitely no angel. I learned to grow up after my accident. It changed my priorities. But I was a complete asshole. I'm pretty sure I probably still am at times."
     
    Ian almost groaned in disappointment as she crossed her arms over her chest. He had been so enjoying the view of those plump, ripe beauties. The woman was completely stunning. Her rounded cheeks were glowing and her startling green eyes were pinning him with a direct, challenging look that few dared to send his way. He wanted to reach out and touch that perfect skin to find out if it was as silky as it appeared. His cock was hard just from watching her. Those delicious lips were made to be kissed and that curvy body would be perfection against him. He definitely had to stop thinking about those beautiful black curls spread over his pillow.
     
    "If you say you're an asshole, you're probably not." She had a sassy look on her face now and her eyes flashed.
     
    He felt like a beast. Right now he'd like to play the big, bad wolf to her little red