Twists and Curves - A Sexy BWWM Interracial BBW Romance Novella from Steam Books (Romantica) by Steam Books, Sandra Sinclair Page A

have to call someone…”
    “I’ll be there,” he said suddenly. 
    She grinned triumphantly. “That’s good.”
    “I look forward to seeing you, Yolanda.”
    “Same here,” she said before hanging up. That last bit was not a lie. She was looking forward to seeing him, not because she really wanted to see him for his sake, but because she had some things she had to say to him.
    She grinned.
    With luck, before the day was over, Roy Carmichael would be out of her life for good.
    ~ ~ ~
    “It’s a good thing you could come, Mr. Carmichael,” Yolanda greeted Roy as he arrived a few minutes before the show.
    Yolanda was dressed much flashier than usual. Her attire for the show was usually very professional, almost business-like, but she glammed it up considerably for the big day. She had dangling earrings, light eyeliner and red lipstick. She also had a flowing purple dress that draped over and accentuated her generous curves, and a neckline that plunged just short of showing lots of cleavage—but she wore a couple of long gold necklaces that draped downward between her breasts, daring any man who saw her not to follow the necklaces down with their eyes.
    She reached out to shame Carmichael’s hand.
    “The pleasure is all mine,” he said, taking her hand and, instead of shaking it, brought it to his lips. As he let it go, his eyes raked over her, making her feel as if he could see through the purple dress, though she managed not to shudder in disgust.
    Focus, Yolanda.
    “I would like to have a few words with you before the show. Please follow me.”
    She walked towards her dressing room, him following at her heels.  Once there, she closed the door and sat on a chair, crossing her legs. She gestured for him to have a seat, as well.
    “Actually, what I want to talk to you about has nothing to do with tonight’s show,” she said smoothly. 
    “Really? And what was it you wanted to talk to me about?”
    “I was wondering if we could start over,” Yolanda’s voice grew more sultry. “You have to admit, we got off on the wrong foot, after all.”
    Carmichael was transfixed. “That we did.”
    “I still can’t believe you did that to the chocolates.”
    “You mean put laxatives in them? A stroke of genius, don’t you think?”
    “Indeed.” Yolanda chuckled. “Did you inject them yourself?”
    “I did.”
    Yolanda nodded. “Wow. I guess I should be glad you didn’t poison me.”
    He grinned. “I considered putting sedatives instead and having you abducted, but then I did want you to come to me of your own will.”
    “Ah.”
    “And now you have.”
    Yolanda answered, “Yes, I have. I realized how powerful you are. You could dominate and manipulate anyone, what chance did I have to resist you? And to think all I would have to do, was to give myself to you like the prize that I am, to let you have your way with me.”
    Carmichael had the most intense look of self-satisfaction on his face. “I’m glad you came to your senses.”
    Yolanda smiled. “I must admit you are a very persistent man. It’s quite charming in a way.”
    “One cannot achieve success if one does not persist.”
    “Have you always been this persistent with women?”
    “I have,” he admitted. “Though I have to say, you have been the greatest challenge so far.”
    “Really? And here I thought Melanie Birch was the greatest challenge.”
    He frowned. “I don’t remember any woman with that name.”
    Yolanda elaborated, “Like I said, I realized that you had conquered many others: competitors, business partners, women, and that nobody becomes as successful as you without making a few enemies.”
    Carmichael’s brow furrowed as he saw where this was going.
    Yolanda continued, “You forget I’m a journalist, I love investigating. And so I did. I investigated and met with some of your prior conquests, including a Ms. Birch. She agrees that you were quite persistent with her, too. She must have turned you down so many times