The Beast Loves Curves Read Online Free PDF Page A

just...scared." Her words came out in a rush. She was terrified.
     
    "Don't hurt him, Abbie." Her friend's tone was serious and a little bit sad. "He has his own insecurities and a tender heart. I think he's worth taking a chance on. I knew when he finally fell...he was going to fall hard."
     
    "He really thought I minded his scars?" Abbie breathed her question into the phone, still trying to believe that Ian was sincere.
     
    "Yeah...can you imagine? Kind of like someone thinking that no one could like her because she was full figured? Sound familiar?" Sandy answered sarcastically.
     
    "Oh shit. I have to see him." Abbie's hands were shaking as she looked for her keys. She had to go now. She couldn't stand the thought of Ian hurting.
     
    "Go. Don't do anything I wouldn't do," her friends sing-song warning made Abbie smile tremulously.
     
    "What wouldn't you do?," Abbie asked Sandy with a small smile.
     
    "Me? I'd do absolutely everything." Sandy chuckled in her ear. "Be gentle with the poor guy. You have him by the balls. And for once in your life...be bold with a guy. Ian's yours if you want him, Abbie."
     
    The comment was still ringing in Abbie's ears after she had thanked Sandy and hung up, promising to let her know how it went.
     
    Ian could be mine.
     
    There was no question as to whether she wanted him. She frantically snatched up her keys and her purse. Nothing mattered except getting to Ian. She had to let him know how she really felt.
     
    She went to get dressed and ended up dragging her long coat out of her closet. Screw it. She planned on ending up in bed anyway.
     
    Abbie caught a glance of herself in the closet mirror in her clingy, silk nightgown. It hugged her breasts in lace and molded over her ample curves. It reached to her ankles but did little to hide her body. She had never worn it before. She had bought it ages ago and knew Tim would probably just laugh if she wore it.
     
    She put her coat on over the sultry outfit determinedly. She didn't give a shit about Tim. She felt free. Ian would either like her the way that she was or he wouldn't.
     
    She thought back over the last week and all of the signs Ian had given her that he wanted and liked her. She had rebuffed him. Rejected him. If he hadn't been joking or flirting then there was a good chance she had actually hurt him. She hated herself for that. Ian had been so kind to her. He hadn't deserved it.
     
    Night greeted her as she ran from her apartment and jumped in her car. It was nine o'clock. Certainly Ian wasn't in bed yet.
     
    She arrived at his house ten minutes later with a hopeful, racing heart and excitement pounding through her veins. She reached up for the doorbell, but for some reason turned the knob first.
     
    Abbie rolled her eyes and smiled. It was open. The man with the expensive security system left it off and his door unlocked. She closed the door behind her and flipped the lock.
     
    "Ian," she called hesitantly from the foyer. She didn't want to invade his home, but her instincts were in charge right now.
     
    Her voice echoed slightly. She was right. She knew this house was huge enough to echo.
     
    He wasn't downstairs or he would have heard her call. "Ian...are you here," she called loudly. That one definitely echoed.
     
    She dropped her purse and keys in the living room and went to the stairs. She didn't hesitate as she scampered up the steps. She stopped at the top, unsure of which room was his. That was when she heard the water running.
     
    She followed the sound to his bedroom. The door was open and she sighed at the huge, king-sized bed covered in a beautiful forest green quilt. The furnishings were all heavy, dark wood. It was masculine and smelled like Ian. She caught a whiff of his cologne as she entered that made her body tighten.
     
    Ian.
     
    Every insecurity she had tried to rise up inside of her, but Abbie pushed them back down brutally. She would not screw up this chance because some idiot had hurt