The Curvy Voice Coach and the Billionaire Actor (He Wanted Me Pregnant!) Read Free

along my lower lips. I’d be wet for him, of course, ready for him. He’d ease my thighs apart and I’d flower open for him, a soft moan escaping my lips—
    The water in the tub started to slosh around.
    He’d kiss me as he entered me, the thickness of him stretching me…just...enough. Sliding up inside me, making me gasp with his size. He’d gaze down into my eyes as he powered into me, fast and hard and I’d clutch at his shoulders, the hard muscles there bunching and flexing as he thrust and thrust—
    What am I—Wait, God, wait, I’m not really going to—not about Tanner C—Oh God yes I am!
    I had my eyes closed tight. I tipped my head back, back arching, feeling the sudden shock of cold as my breasts left the water, and then I was clenching my thighs together hard around my hand, trapping my slickened fingers as I groaned long and low.
    Afterwards, I climbed out and stared at myself in the mirror, shocked. I’d never fantasized about Tanner—or even someone like him—before. Was it because of the email? Had it made him real, somehow, instead of just a guy on a cinema screen?
    I looked at myself. Long, thick auburn hair that I could never do anything with. Boobs that boys had been staring at ever since they first appeared—too big, too heavy. Hips and ass that stuck out far too much. There was just too much of me and it was all wrapped in skin so pale that I fried as soon as the sun hit me.
    Actually, my pale skin was sort of a blessing. It was a good excuse to cover up, even in the height of summer.
    With my body, a fantasy was all Tanner would ever be. He wouldn’t want someone like me. He’d want someone special.
    I dried off and padded through to the living room, still naked. Better get some clothes on and grab some food, I thought. It’s nine O’ clock….
    At that instant, my laptop made the “incoming call” noise. I turned towards it, just in time for the automatic answer to kick in.
    The screen lit up with the faces of two men. One I recognized instantly as Tanner Cole. The other was a balding guy in his forties whose eyes seemed too small.
    They were both staring right at me. Particularly Tanner. He was staring at—
    My mind went into freefall.
    HE
    WAS
    STARING
    AT
    MY
    NAKED
    BODY
    “ WAAAAAAAGH!” I screamed and flailed around. Ending the call would mean moving closer to the laptop and giving them an even better view. I could hide behind something, but then what? Stay there all night? And with every second I stood there flailing, breasts bouncing and ass swaying, Tanner’s eyes just ate up more and more of me.
    My hands found a cushion from the couch and I hurled it at the laptop. It crashed to the floor, the screen slamming shut.
    I stood there in the suddenly-silent living room, my heart thumping. Had that really happened? Had a billionaire Hollywood actor just copped an eyeful of me, stark naked?
    My legs felt as if they were going to collapse. I grabbed hold of the back of the couch and then staggered out of the room and grabbed my clothes. I expected to feel better, once I was back in the blouse and pants, but I didn’t. My heart had slowed down, but sick fear was making my stomach churn and waves of hot humiliation kept drifting up my body to blaze across my face. How could I have been so stupid? What sort of idiot flashes her body to—my mind shredded— to a Hollywood star!
    Well, at least I’d never have to speak to him again. No way he or his agent would want me now, not after they’d both seen a good portion of my body.
    I picked up the laptop. It didn’t seem to be broken, but the power light was flashing on and off angrily. I opened the lid to see if it was really okay, and the screen sprang back into life. Skype was still open, and I quickly turned off the auto-answer.
    At that moment, an incoming call came in. From the same user as before.
    They were calling me back.
    I stood there with the laptop in my hands, biting my lip. Why would they call back? To laugh?
    I