The Billionaire's Student: A BBW, Alpha Billionaire Romance by Sana Chase

the door, I found a surprise waiting for me on my bed. A white garment bag was laid across the coverlet, and a note was attached to it.
    I thought you might not yet have gotten to the chance to expand your wardrobe, so I took the liberty of picking out a dress for you to wear to dinner tonight. –J.W .
    A thrill shot through me. Jace Weatherton never seemed to miss a beat, and he never failed to surprise me in ways I didn’t expect. First, he personally picked out the furnishings and decorations for my room. Then, he designed my small office.
    Now, he’d already figured me out enough to know that I wouldn’t be prepared for a formal dinner and went to the trouble of making sure I had something to wear. Did the man pay this much attention to all of his employees? Surely he did. There was nothing about me so special as to garner such thoughtfulness.
    I gasped when I pulled the dress out of the bag. The rich green material felt silky soft as it cascaded through my fingers. Delicate jewel accents around the neckline caught the overhead light and sparkled brightly. It was the most beautiful dress I’d ever seen. Gently laying it back on the bed, I hurried into the bathroom for a quick shower.
    I hated that I didn’t have time to properly see to my thick mane of hair. Dinner time was coming up fast, and I still had to freshen up my make up and get dressed, so there was no time to wash and style my hair.
    Once I’d lathered soap all over my body and rinsed off, I stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. I dried my skin and padded into my room. The gorgeous dress required better underwear than my normal plain, white cotton. Luckily, new underwear was something I had actually made time to go out and buy.
    I went to my dresser and opened the drawer that held my new purchases. Even though I’d bought them after my first check, I hadn’t yet worn any of them. I guess subconsciously I’d been waiting for a special occasion.
    I pulled out a lacy, black pair and eyed them. I’d opted for a bikini cut because I couldn’t quite bring myself to buy a thong. There was just something about the idea of having a strip of material stuck between my cheeks that bothered me.
    Slipping the panties up my curvy legs, I tugged them over my hips. They were a snug fit but a few steps around the room told me that they weren’t going to ride up. I walked over to the bed and picked up the dress.
    The top was made in such a way that I couldn’t wear a normal bra with it, and I didn’t own a strapless one. It couldn’t be helped now. I would just have to go without.
    I unzipped the dress just enough to allow me to step into it and pulled it up over my rounded hips. Reaching behind me, I stretched my arm back and managed to get ahold of the zipper and slid it up.
    I smoothed the dress down and padded across the soft carpet to stand in front of the full length mirror that stood near my make-up table. When I looked at my reflection, I frowned slightly. The dress definitely was beautiful, and it hugged my frame, molding against my body. Which was the problem. It hugged my curves a little too much.
    Normally, I wore my clothes a little loose in order to hide my curves. Some curves you wanted to accentuate, but others you didn’t. In my case, I didn’t want my clothes clinging to the extra weight I carried around. I mean, I wasn’t obese by any stretch of the imagination, but I had more meat on my bones than I liked. As I said, I most definitely wasn’t a supermodel.
    I sighed and slowly turned in a circle in front of the mirror. Oh well, there wasn’t anything I could do about it. It was my own fault that I hadn’t gone shopping and picked out a dress myself that didn’t fit quite so snugly.
    I just had to make the best of the situation. Maybe Mr. Weatherton would be distracted enough by the low cut neckline that he wouldn’t pay any attention to the rest of me.
    I quickly pulled my hair up into an up-do that looked more natural with my