Training Her Curves - Dallas (A BBW Billionaire Domination and Submission Romance) Read Free Page B

wanted to tell Jake that I was falling madly in love with him.
    But there, on the cusp of my confession, other words slithered under the door and stole the future from me.
     

Jake
     
    A harpy's screech jerked me from the sweet languor I found in Alexa's arms.
    "Ronnie Ann you bring your whore self out here this minute. I know you're in here somewhere, you filthy whore!"
    Pure terror flashed across Alexa's face. Her eyes went wide, her lips parted, the edges turned down.
    "Some mistake," I assured her, but a heavy weight began to settle low in my gut. I knew every employee in the building and not a one, male or female, was named Ronnie.
    "Alexa--"
    Shaking her head, she sucked a ragged breath in. I moved to embrace her, but she brought her hands up and pushed against my chest. I could have crushed her to me, but not without hurting her.
    "Whore, whore, whore!" the voice outside screamed. "Show yourself and answer for your sins!"
    All the color left Alexa's face. She started to sway and I realized she hadn't released the breath she had taken seconds before. She would pass out if I didn't calm her down immediately. I reached for her again but she shrank from my touch.
    "Alexa--"
    "Not that name," she whispered, sliding off the edge of the desk as she tried to get away from me.
    Not that name...
    Riona yelled my name. She didn't sound frightened, just pissed, and so I hesitated. I looked at Alexa, but she had turned from me. The way she held herself -- the rigid shoulders, her hands protectively wrapped around her torso -- told me she was shutting down, locking me out. She would remain that way until the harpy in the next room was removed from the studio.
    "Stay here," I said before calmly inching the door open just enough to squeeze out without looking like I was trying to hide the presence of another person in the prop room. As soon as I entered the studio, I heard the bolt slide shut behind me and the scrape of the chair along the floor as Alexa used it to bar my re-entry.
    I looked toward the stage and quickly counted five bodies -- Riona, Marjolein, Rick and two strangers, a male and a female. The man was paunchy and balding, his face and body circling somewhere in his early to mid-50s. The woman was of an indeterminate age. She looked like one of those over-tanned, surgery addicted "trophy" wives on reality TV who think they are hot as hell.
    One look at her and my balls shriveled with disgust.
    Seeing me, the woman pointed a bony finger in my direction. The man, I presumed her husband, stood next to her. His body visibly trembled and he looked like he was going to puke or shit his pants.
    Maybe both.
    "There's the fornicator," the woman yelled. She foamed at the mouth, flecks of spit visible half a room away. "Where is that whore I'm ashamed to call my daughter? Is she in there?"
    She took a step toward me only to be blocked by my sweet, sassy Riona and Jo-Jo, both of them with giant curlers in their hair, three-inch pumps on their feet, and their soft, lush bodies covered only by the corsets and studio kimonos. If rage hadn't been boiling away my blood, I would have fallen to the floor laughing my ass off at how surreal the scene felt.
    It was like I had landed in a Monty Python or Benny Hill sketch. Any second now, I expected Yakety Sax to start playing and Mrs. Holier-Than-Thou to start chasing the girls around with a frying pan or rolling pin.
    Only Riona wasn't the kind to run. Her hand landed center of the woman's chest.
    "Back the fuck up," Riona bit out.
    The woman momentarily directed her attention away from me. The bony, accusing finger pointed first at Riona then Jo-Jo, each jab in the air punctuating that same detestable word.
    "Whore, whore."
    The man finally grew a set of balls and made an ill-advised move to grab Riona's wrist. Rick's arm snaked around the guy's neck and started to squeeze. I made a mental note to thank him later and then I eased myself between Riona and the woman.
    "You're leaving," I