Assigned To Him, Book One (An Alpha Billionaire Romance) by Haut Pink Publishing

Chapter 1
     
    The name of the local newspaper was stamped on the
envelope I pulled out of the mailbox and the flicker of
anticipation lit up in my mind. I’d sent the application for the
role of trainee fashion correspondent three weeks previously and
was starting to think I wouldn’t get a reply, but the letter in my
hand could only be about the job.
    “Don’t get ahead of
yourself,” I let out in a quiet warning to temper the onset of
rising enthusiasm that was starting to bubble inside me.
    What I was holding could
simply be a rejection that said thanks, but no thanks, and there
was no point in getting my hopes up only to have them crushed.
There was only one way to find out what was inside the envelope,
but I decided it was best to do it in private and rushed up the
stairs to the apartment I shared with my boyfriend, Greg. He’d
already gone to work that morning to leave me at home alone and
once inside, I walked to the kitchen then sat down at the table. I
ripped the envelope open immediately to take out the sheet of paper
inside and started reading.
    “Yes!” I let out a few
seconds later and a huge smile spread across my face as I pumped my
fist.
    I read through the
information again in more detail and it was only then that I
checked the date and saw that the interview I was being asked to
attend was for that very afternoon. A prickle of sweat erupted on
my forehead and I lifted my hand to wipe it away.
    “Bloody mailman,” I cursed
at the realization of how close I came to missing out on the
opportunity altogether.
    My annoyance quickly
transformed to a slight sense of panic as I considered what to
wear. Throwing the letter down on the table, I got to my feet and
hurried through to the wardrobe in the bedroom. Ten minutes later I
was standing in my bra and panties, with the floor around me
littered with discarded dresses, skirts and tops.
    “Stay calm,” I urged
myself and closed my eyes as I inhaled a few deep
breaths.
    I caught sight of my
larger curves in the mirror straight after and stood staring at my
naked figure. It was something I didn’t do very often along with
avoiding the scales in the bathroom.
    “Will they actually want
you as a fashion correspondent?” I let out quietly then dismissed
the notion immediately.
    I wasn’t being interviewed
for a job as a model. It was my brains and ability to write
interesting articles that would determine if I got the position
with the newspaper, not what I looked like although it didn’t stop
me wondering if my bigger size would count against me. It was the
first occasion I could remember really inspecting my figure in a
long time and while I didn’t think I’d put on weight recently, I
certainly wasn’t losing any. There was no doubt I was much, much
chubbier than most girls of twenty one and I let out a
sigh.
    “Too late to worry about
diets now,” I muttered and returned my attention to finding
something suitable to wear.
    I eventually settled on a
loose, dark red dress that went some way to disguising my big,
rounded curves and turned away from the mirror before I changed my
mind. Moving across the room, I took off the dress and my underwear
to set them down on the bed then went to have a shower. I dried
myself off afterwards and wrapped the large towel around my ample
chest before moving through to the bedroom and sitting at the
dressing table.
    A glance at the alarm
clock on the bedside table showed it was coming up to midday, which
still gave me a few hours before I needed to be at the three
o’clock interview. It meant there was no immediate rush to get
ready, so I leaned forward to study my face and ran fingertips over
my smooth, unblemished skin. Makeup was something I never went
overboard on, partly because my face was cute enough without it
although more so because my boyfriend usually whined about me
wearing it. His accusations that I used makeup to get the attention
of other men were completely unfounded, but I’d learned if I