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stacks of photos on his desk, staring at the sunken cheeks and bony hips Daphne had selected for the upcoming campaign.   What was she thinking?   These models would be fine for the sportswear ads, but not for this project.   He’d waited years to start Curves and Lace and he was going to get everything he wanted, right down to the shapely models he hoped would feel empowered and sexy in his beautiful garments.   Daphne Kohl came with the company.   Her father was his old business partner and he would only relinquish control if she was able to remain gainfully employed.   She had a trust fund waiting for her, but Mr. Kohl was old school and wanted her to understand the importance of hard work, a philosophy Peter firmly believed in.   She was a sweet kid, but a little clueless at times.   Growing up in Manhattan surrounded by the waifish, upper crust of society, Daphne had a certain image in mind when it came to the definition of "sexy."
    Peter, on the other hand, appreciated the curves of a feminine body.   He ached for the welcoming embrace of a plentiful bosom and full hips.   The strength of a sculpted calve muscle or the silky skin on the back of a soft thigh sent his hormones into hyper-drive.   It wasn’t just the man in him who craved these delicious, feminine traits.   The wolf inside also had a weakness for curves that sometimes made it difficult for human restraint.   He was able to temper his wolfish desires by expending his energy with weightlifting and lengthy runs through Central Park.   The resulting human form was chiseled to perfection, bringing admirers from the most successful families in all of New York.   He could have had his pick of the crop, but nothing felt right.   Occasionally he would succumb to desire and have a brief fling, but he felt like a prick giving the "it’s not you, it’s me" speech to the smitten females.   The exercise was safer and easier in the long run.   If only he could find a strong mate.   One who was independent and driven, but kind and quick to smile.   A woman who loved her life as it was and didn’t need improving, but wanted to share her years with a fellow explorer.   Add curves and he’d be in heaven.
    He turned his chair towards the floor-to-ceiling windows surrounding his office and stared down at the green trees blanketing the park.   His penthouse at the top had an even better view from the outdoor garden.   He’d brought in tons of greenery to mimic the park below for those nights when he needed to soak in the outdoors in wolf form, but the crowds prevented a public outing.   Peter knew he was one of the lucky ones.   Very few people had access to views like this, but he’d worked hard his entire life and earned every penny of his fortune.   He lied about his age and started working in a factory for Kohl Manufacturing when he was just sixteen.   His work ethic impressed the elder Mr. Kohl and earned him quick promotions and a fast friendship with the younger Kohl, Daphne’s father.   It was Peter’s experience living in the Artic with his shifter tribe that helped Kohl Manufacturing rise to the top with its line of winter clothing and jackets.   His designs couldn’t be beat and were soon worn by adventurers the world over.   No one could understand how this kid, who supposedly came from Connecticut, had such a great understanding of extreme weather conditions.
    Saying he was from Connecticut was easier than explaining that your family had sent you away to avoid the encroaching oil industry and they were depending on you for survival.   Luckily for them, he was plucky enough to succeed and relocated the tribe to the Lake Cayuga region of New York where they could thrive.   He tried to move them closer to Manhattan, but city living wasn’t for them.   His mother wanted him to join them in the countryside, convinced he would have better luck finding a mate away from the hustle and bustle.   He was beginning to think she was