Romance: Bears Seeking Bride: Double Trouble: A BBW Paranormal Shape Shifter Romance Standalone Read Online Free PDF

of you being out there on your own, even if your Uncle said you’d be taken care of in that penthouse. It’s dangerous.”
    “Yeah, but…” Elle had said before she peered out the window of her new bedroom.
    The lights below were astounding, as if she had been launched into space to live among a galaxy of stars.
    “I like it here. I’ll be fine.”
    “I’ll be fine…”
    The words sounded somewhat droll now that Elle found herself in a large and very expensive looking lobby. Everything about the place looked immaculate, down to the marble tile, the rugs, and the furniture placed exquisitely all around. Elle had never felt so out of place in all her life.
    Her cousin, one of her Uncle’s daughters, had recommended her to work there after they helped her update her resume.
    Carla had pursed her lips at the document, blue eyes skimming Elle’s life work before smiling and giving her a nod.
    “You’ve got quite a lot of experience, cousin.” Carla had said and Elle had beamed up at her happily.
    “I’m sure you’ll be able to fit in nicely.”
    Sure enough, just a week later (after a month in the city), Elle found herself in her best interview attire in one of the most high-class places she had ever seen.
    The woman sitting in the reception desk had eyed her up and down once before directing her to a seat and with a professional smile that consisted of nearly blinding white teeth, told Elle to wait to be called on.
    She had been waiting for nearly fifteen minutes and could feel her nerves continue to bite and chew and gnaw at her stomach. Glancing down at herself, Elle frowned. This was the best skirt she had, but it was old and it had a couple of stains on it that had been hard to remove.
    Even her shirt and jacket, while she had believed were stylish, looked drab compared to the outfit worn by the woman in reception—and to her growing mortification—the other women and men that walked in and out of the lobby.
    They all looked like models. Fresh off the cover of some fashion magazine!
    And yet there she was, sitting in ill-fitted clothing, several sizes bigger than the toothpick-slim women walking around, and with her mess of wild brown curls pinned down to a half-knot in the back of her head.
    Fifteen minutes became twenty and Elle snuck a glance at the nearest clock.
    What was taking so long? Was she being tested? Was she being watched right now?
    “Just be yourself, okay?” Carla had informed her earlier that week.
    “It’s a secretary position and so you’ll be expected to behave naturally. Your employer is actually one of our biggest clients, but don’t feel pressured, he’s really not that bad.”
    “He sounds like a big deal…” Elle had laughed nervously.
    “He’s a Sheikh from Dubai, and the guy is really well off. His family’s business has been in liaison with ours for a long time, so I have no doubt that you’ll do well.”
    “Elle Roberts?”
    Elle shot off from her seat, more out of alarm than intention and when she searched for the source of the voice she was suddenly under the sharp scrutiny of an extremely well dressed silver-blonde woman.
    This woman was all angles and impressionable colors. A blouse of deep vermilion swathed over her pale skin and shimmered beneath the light of the chandeliers above.
    Black pencil skirt hugged her legs and enhanced her features and no doubt those were ‘chimmy choos’ (or whatever they were called) gracing her feet. Elle felt so ridiculously underdressed.
    The woman noticed. With a pointed look at her skirt, the woman fixed her an unimpressed glare before turning with her chin.
    “This way.”
    Elle followed quickly, nearly stumbling over her heels as she struggled to catch up to the woman’s strut.
    “We’ve looked over your resume,” the woman spoke without warning.
    “Oh! Uh…”
    “Impressive work, considering. Of course, we did expect someone… different. Your credentials are more than enough to get you hired.” The woman