Read Online Curvosity by Christin Lovell - Free Book Online Page B

tossing the
rest of the bag, with all of two pieces left, back into the fridge.
“How does Italian sound?” she asked, shimmying Gretta out of the
way to browse the menus.
    “Too close to home. Pick
another country sister.”
    “China?”
    “Works for me. Let’s go
ditch our pride and put on our moo-moos while we wallow over crappy
men and our lackluster sex lives.”
    Lucy laughed. She wouldn’t
be caught dead in a moo-moo; neither would Gretta. Just because
they were plus-size didn’t mean they weren’t fashionable. The fact
that her friend mentioned them showed how concerned she was over
her obsessive compulsive with her boss. In truth, Lucy knew it was
unhealthy, and certainly was doing nothing for her waistline the
way he drove her to chocolate, but he was an addiction she couldn’t
break. There was something about him she couldn’t let go of, though
she wished she could get him to let go of his stigmatism of fat
girls; because she was dying to jump his bones.
    ***
    Max studied his date.
Tiffany was the opposite of Lucy in every way. He liked it that
way; it made her safe for him. Her blonde hair was cropped in a
stylish angled bob, her thin figure dressed in an overly sexy,
shove-my-goods-in-your-face, blue dress while she stuffed her huge
feet into what seemed like twenty-inch heels a size too small. Max
tried not to get frustrated when she only took a few bites of her
food, which was more like grass than sustenance, before deserting
her fork for his arm. If Lucy had been there, she would have
ordered an actual meal; they could have shared dishes over
–
    He cut himself off. Damn it. The whole point
of Tiffany was to forget about Lucy.
    “You ready for dessert
sugar?” Tiffany drawled as she leaned in closer, her breath nearly
knocking him out. Thank God for his sensitive smell… Not. He
stiffened beside her knowing she wasn’t talking about real
dessert.
    Digging deep, Max smiled
charmingly as he looked at her. “Only if you are.”
    “Oh Max,” she blushed,
grinning broadly. Her smile didn’t light up her face, illuminate
her eyes, the way Lucy’s did though.
    Max nearly growled at
himself. This was only getting worse. Instead of forgetting about
Lucy, he was becoming more obsessed. He turned his attention to the
blonde Posh who was trying to mentally calculate how much she could
squeeze out of him over the next month if he stuck around with her.
He didn’t plan to, but she didn’t know that. Plus, he had an itch
to scratch tonight. Maybe if he stuffed a few pillows around her,
he could capture a bit of Lucy. God he was sick.

Chapter 3
    “Oh God,” Lucy groaned, her
hands over her stomach. “I’m going to have to avoid Starbucks for a
week to balance all this crap I just ate.”
    “You? I ate the extra
eggroll and finished off the ice cream. I’m going to have to be
drastic and only drink water with lemons for a week.”
    “You tried that once,
remember? You were the bitch from hell for all of two hours before
you caved.”
    “Well, it was nice in
theory.” The both stared at the array of empty containers in
horror.
    “You know, I can always
picture myself a hundred pounds thinner and on Max’s arm, but I
can’t seem to unglue myself from the fridge to get there. Kinda
makes me think I’m not as into him as my body likes to tell me. If
I was, I would probably be doing a lot more to make it happen.” She
frowned.
    “Don’t beat yourself up
sweetie. You know as well as I do that you can’t and won’t change
until you’re ready to. You have to be doing it for you, not for
Max. And until then, we’re gorgeous, curvaceous beauties who will
find men to love us just the way we are, not contingent on if we
lose a hundred pounds.”
    “You know, you always say
that, but I’ve yet to see a man cross that threshold in the past
three years.” Gretta opened her mouth to argue, but Lucy cut her
off. “And Tom doesn’t count. He was just a creepy man with a
fetish.”
    “Try a hot