Rendezvous with Royalty (Billionaire, MMF, BBW Erotic Romance) (Delilah Donahue) Read Online Free PDF

it could be. I’d begun to see my body, which had always been on the curvy side of the spectrum, as more alluring in the past few months. My position as a powerful CEO’s assistant put me into contact with plenty of affluent men who had no shame in checking out the contours of my ass or the shapely arches of my breasts. However, the imminent arrival of my two most-valued guests turned me back into a self-conscious teenager, staring at myself with not a small touch of envy for the skinnier, super-model types that would be populating the ballroom this evening. The de Wits probably wouldn’t pay me any mind beyond polite introductions.
    I turned from the mirror, refusing to give myself more time to feel uneasy. I was beautiful and the opinion of two stuffy little rich boys was not going to change that. I unhooked my bra and slid out of my cotton panties, throwing on a lacy red pair that matched my dress and made my pale skin shine. The matching bra brought a sly smile on my lips as I took in my image once again. How long had it been since I’d last spent the night with a man? At least half a year, I mused. I had been too busy with job applications and working to bother with a boyfriend or even a one night stand. My best friend Mina had proclaimed that a lack of sex was not good for a young, professional woman like me, but I had merely scoffed at her playful concern and continued to pour myself into my work. If I ever wanted to move up in this business, I needed to make a name for myself through dedication and integrity, not by sleeping around.
    Still, the longing for a good roll in the hay was tempting. I deserved a little reward for putting this event together, didn’t I? Even if it wasn’t with royalty, I could probably find somebody to take home tonight. A discrete, obligation-free night of fun sounded like the perfect remedy for my frazzled nerves.
    I pulled the strapless gown up over my breasts and managed to hike the tiny zipper in the back up to my neck. I did a turn for myself in the mirror, admiring the way the custom-made dress hugged my ample curves and spilled to the floor in waves. I sat down at the vanity in the corner of the room and applied a smoky layer of make-up before polishing my lips bright and red. I usually wasn’t so outgoing with my make-up, but today seemed like the perfect day to go all out. My hair had been styled by a professional into dark, loose curls earlier in the afternoon, and I merely removed a few pins to release it, allowing it to cascade down my back and over my shoulders. A tiny diamond hair pin slid effortlessly into my curls and gave a simple accent to the look. I smiled at my reflection, pleased with my appearance and my prospects for later in the evening.
    I had almost forgotten about my two guests who were to arrive at any minute.

Chapter Two
     
    I met up with Leo downstairs to see how the remainder of the set up had progressed and was pleased to find everything in order. The official start time for the ball was at eight, but a few guests were already trickling in a half-hour early. I greeted a number of Mr. Triton’s more well-known business associates, some of whom remembered me from past business meetings or luncheons. It was a bit of a thrill to have a preeminent executive remember your name, especially when you had expected to be nothing more than a fly on the wall in the various high-profile assemblages.
    I was surveying the room for Mr. Triton when Leo approached me from behind, tapping me gently on the shoulder and clearing his throat politely.
    “Miss Donahue,” he began, turning me gently toward the main entrance. “I believe your special guests have arrived.”
    I felt a thrill of anxiety course through me as I scanned the incoming crowd, finding my targets almost immediately. They were impossible to overlook. My heart jumped into my throat at the sight of the pair, decked out in expensive tuxedos with matching little pendants on their lapels signifying their