Curves Envy 3 - Claimed By An Alpha: BBW Billionaire Romance by Scarlett Avery Page A

make sure we leave together. Before I go I want you to know one thing, sweetness.”
    “What?” I ask hesitantly.
    “You do know I’ll only have eyes for you tonight?”
    How in the world am I supposed to respond to that? “There must be at least three hundred attractive women in the room.”
    “Yeah, but there’s only one of you,” he interrupts.
    “Max…”
    “Every time we lock eyes, you’ll know I’ll be counting the minutes until I’m able to have my way with you.”
    Holy hell.
    No man has ever made me feel as unbelievably sexy and as utterly desired as he does now.
     
     

 
    Chapter 5
     
    After my short conversation with Max, I meet up with Giovanna, Brian and Josephine at the bar. For the next hour, we have our own little private party amongst all the industry people. The flowing drinks mellow me out somewhat, but not enough to ignore Bruna’s attempts at catching Max’s attention. She’s looking him up and down like a lioness eyeing a baby gazelle. Bitch. She’s tried everything—flipping her black mane, yanking up her giant boobs to make them more obvious, pulling up her already indecently short dress to expose more of her long tanned legs, and she’s even resorted to reapplying her red lipstick as if she’s performing a crude act in public. The woman won’t give up.
    Luckily, Max has been too busy with the press and top retailers to pay the bitch any attention. It becomes so hilarious at a certain point during the evening, Brian starts betting on her next moves. Every time he predicts her next ploy, Giovanna and Josephine burst out in laughter.
    Unfortunately, my stomach is tied up too much in a knot for me to enjoy myself. What the hell is she up to? I’m so troubled, I stand up from my stool and take a few steps forward with my arms crossed over my chest like protective armor. I want to make sure I keep a close eye on the human piranha and the man who makes my heart skip a beat.
    Although the music has been playing in the background all evening long, the sudden change is unmistakable. The smooth vibe from Mexican superstar duo Camila changes to a sultrier and more provocative beat. Were it not for the fact Lexi is half Latina, I’d know very little about Spanish music, but I recognize a feverish tune she played last summer every time we visited her home— 6 a.m. by J. Balvin.
    The next thing I know, Bruna is gyrating her sinful body theatrically in the middle of the restaurant. It comes as no surprise all eyes are glued on the Brazilian as she undulates her hips to the cadence of the music. She’s making such a spectacle of herself, even the media who had been focused on Max turn their attention to the tall model. I’m fuming with jealousy as she approaches Max in front of everyone. What the fuck is she doing? My mouth is still gaping open when Brian behind me summarizes my exact feelings.
    “She’s such an attention-seeker. I’m sure she must have masterminded her plan all night long so that she could bewitch everyone as she works her dirty-dancing moves on Max. The poor chap has no choice but to play along given how many reporters are crammed in this room and how many cameras are pointing at him.”
    I really don’t need to hear this.
    “Yeah, you’re right. It’s not as if he can brush her off in front of so many people. The next thing you’ll know we’ll read on the cover of every newspaper in the country tomorrow morning, Sexy Curves’ CEO Rejects Plus-Size Model On The Dance Floor! I know from firsthand experience the media can twist pretty much anything to sell more papers or get more page views online.” Giovanna’s observation should calm me down, but I feel so sick to my stomach right now, I could run to the bathroom and puke my guts out.
    “Well, she did say in passing on the set earlier today she was determined to get to know Max a lot better before the clock strikes midnight…” Josephine’s words send me into sheer panic. No, no, no.
    Unable to hold back