Reunion (Plus Size Loving): BBW Erotic Romance by Adriana Hunter Page B

you?”
    “What?”
    Annie
tossed the invitation down on the table. “It does say that you can bring a
guest. I’ll be your wingman.”
    Melissa
managed a helpless grin. “You’d really do that for me?”
    “Of
course! What are friends for?” She scanned the bill that the waiter had left on
the table, tossed a few dollars down and abruptly stood up. “Okay, let’s go
shopping.”
    “Shopping?”
    “Yes!
We’ve got to pick out something for you to wear so you can knock his socks off.
And maybe all of his other clothes.”
    ****
    Scott
Parker was sitting in his skyline office, leaning back in his leather swivel
chair as he re-read the invitation. He toyed with the
blood red silk tie resting against his chest as he pondered what to do.
    He
was a long way from high school, from the days were he was the beloved jock,
the football star, the honors student. He’d gone on to get an MBA from Harvard,
had interned at one of the largest advertising companies in Manhattan, and then
had moved on to open his own advertising agency. He was pretty much neck and
neck with the company he had learned the ropes from now—an impressive
feat by any standard. His company had a stellar reputation, and his employees
loved their work environment. He was a resounding success.
    And
yet despite all of this, he was still missing a key element in his life, the
one thing that kept him restless and unsatisfied. He was missing a woman in his
life.
    It
wasn’t that he didn’t have his pick of eligible bachelorettes. He’d dated
countless numbers of beautiful, smart, talented women. They’d been very
accomplished, both in their professional lives and in the bedroom. And they’d
all been very pleased with him and would have been happy to hold onto him
forever.
    But
none of them had really grabbed hold of his heart. He had been able to give
them no more than a perfunctory affection. And as a result, his last
girlfriend, Anita, had cheated on him. The discovery had shocked him; hurt him,
but not nearly as much as it would have if he had truly been in love with her.
He had let her go without a backward glance.
    As
he stared at the looping calligraphy on the cream paper, his thoughts drifted
back to a happier time, a more carefree time—high school.
    She was standing outside her
open locker door with a friend, the two of them giggling over something in a
celebrity teen magazine. He could see the Johnny Depp poster she’d pasted on
the inside of her locker door, as well as a little mirror she probably used to
touch up her make up.
    There shouldn’t have been
anything special about her. Though her brown hair gleamed in the sunlight and
had a slight curl to it, it was fairly ordinary. She was a bit on the chubby
side, with rounded cheeks and a thicker waistline than most of the other girls
he hung around—but she also some nice curves. If it were anyone else, he
wouldn’t have given them a second thought.
    But this was Melissa. His childhood friend. In many ways she was much more real to
her than the popular cliques of girls always flirting with him, always vying to
see who would be the next to get on his arm, to make out with him in the back
of a crowded movie theater, to be the center of attention at school dances.
Melissa had never cared about any of that. She had always been content to be
herself.
    She looked up to see him staring
at her, and their eyes locked for a moment. Her grey eyes always seemed to have
something indefinable in them, something he couldn’t put his finger on, but it
called out to him. It amazed him every time that even after all this time he
still wanted her.
    But rather than blush and
giggle, or give him a smoky, suggestive look as most of the other girls did,
she simply gave him a small smile and went back to what she was doing.
    As if they were mere
acquaintances, rather than two people who had once known each other as well as
the back of their hands. He wasn’t sure when it had happened, but sometime
during the