Curvy Perfection – Curvy Women Wanted Read Online Sam Crescent

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 15575 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 78(@200wpm)___ 62(@250wpm)___ 52(@300wpm)
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“Ugh … Randall kind of told me.”

“Randall?”

“Yeah, he’s paid into the overall bet at some point. I think he did that around prom.”

“Prom?”

“Yeah, you know how people get, and also, he had seen you in the dress you’d chosen, and we all know you looked amazing.”

For prom, all those years ago, her mother had taken her to the city, and they had spent the whole day looking for the perfect dress, only to find it in the last shop. It had been pretty expensive, but what was more surprising was they had one in her size, and when she tried it on, it fit perfectly.

It was fitted through the bust, and the straps that wrapped around her neck provided support, which meant she didn’t have to wear a bra. It flowed down her body, giving the illusion of fullness, when it fact it had been super comfortable.

“If I remember correctly, Randall said that Ward was pretty much drooling that night, and his own date got a little bitter, which is why punch ended up being thrown over you.”

Kirsty remembered that night. Once the punch had been thrown on her, she thought the dress was ruined. Ward had surprised her by being the perfect gentleman and taking her home.

That had been an interesting experience. Her mother had been able to fix the dress, she still had it, and it also fit, which was incredible. It’s not like she’d changed her diet or anything. The only thing that had changed for her was running the bar, and that was a lot of exercise.

Bethany kept talking, trying to make her understand why people assumed she and Ward were going to get together.

It was never going to happen. They hated each other, and people who hated each other didn’t get together. It was against all the rules.

Chapter Two

It was hot as hell, but then it was the height of summer. Ward was sweating his balls off, but there was no way he wasn’t going to the bar for a drink. It had been a couple of days, so he’d let Kirsty calm down. If he approached too soon after their first initial fight, then she’d be pissed and would certainly kick him right out the door. The town would be talking their asses off at another of their confrontations.

Christopher, his partner in crime, had decided to bow this one out. It probably helped that for the past couple of days, Ward had been badgering him to try and explain his weird suggestions with regard to himself and Kirsty. It was completely ludicrous to think of him and Kirsty having feelings for each other.

Entering the bar, he took a moment and glanced around the main room. He told himself he wasn’t doing this to try and find out where she was. Absolutely not. He didn’t come to this bar to see Kirsty. He came to this bar to have a drink. That was all.

He made his way over to the bar and sat down, waiting.

Kirsty was there within minutes. “Beer?”

“Yes, ice cold.”

She didn’t make any snarky comment. He watched as she went over to the fridge and pulled out a beer, popping the lid off. She gave him the price, and he slapped down a bill.

Was something different between them? Ward couldn’t tell, and he didn’t know if that was a good thing or not.

Tipping the beer against his lips, he took a nice, long drink, and it felt cool and refreshing.

Kirsty brought him his change, and then he noticed her stocking the fridge before moving on to another customer. No, he wasn’t checking out her ass either. He was merely watching her work, because that was what he always did.

He wasn’t attracted to her, and this meant nothing. Ward had always loved coming to the bar, even before Kirsty began to run the place. It was a damn good bar.

He watched her serve a couple more customers, and he saw the smile on her face. Nope, he wasn’t attracted to her. So, Kirsty had a pretty smile. There were a lot of women with a nice smile. It didn’t matter that Kirsty’s smile lit up her whole face, and it seemed to brighten everything up. He’d always noticed that, even in high school, even though he rarely got a smile directed at him. Except one time—prom night—when his wretched date threw punch at her. According to Gretchen, his date, he’d been unable to take his eyes off her, which was totally not true.

The dress Kirsty had worn was pretty. That he wouldn’t deny, but that didn’t mean he stared long enough to notice how full her tits were, or the fact the main dress seemed to dance around her curves, showing them off to perfection. Even his old football team had been enamored by how amazing Kirsty had looked. She’d been the stunner that night.


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