Big Gator: A BBW shape shifter paranormal romance by Annora Soule Read Free Book Online Page B

“I get this feeling – and I know it's crazy to be
jealous of an alligator – but when Shirley was around, it was like
he was in love with her or something.  It wasn't normal.”
                  Brandy's
heart fluttered.
                 “ That's
crazy, right?” Rachel asked.
                 “ It's
crazy,” Brandy assured her.   It
was, wasn't it?  
“ Men
can get obsessive about things.  Just be glad he's not a
gambling addict or something.”
                 “ If
she comes back, I don't know if I can compete for his attention,”
Rachel.
                  Brandy
felt bad for her all of a sudden.  But the reality was, as a
normal human male – a male who did not shift – McEvans would
never find her attractive as a woman.   He just couldn't
appreciate her size the same way he did when she was an alligator.
                  Was
she being stupid here?  Was she setting herself in the path of
an unavailable man?  Probably, but she had a concrete reason to
be here as well. Brandy
was pursuing a career – this was a stepping stone to her dream
job.   She was a grown woman and could handle her emotions
around McEvans.
                  Brandy
felt itchy.  She had to get home and exfoliate.
     
     
    Chapter 8
     
     
     
                  Brandy's
final paycheck from her old job never showed up as a direct deposit,
so she was going to have to go down to the office.
                  The
woman at the front desk was new, and she did not recognize Brandy. 
She said that all former employees were barred from the premises once
they ceased to be employed.  Brandy would have to wait in the
lobby.
                  Eventually
her former boss showed up with a check in hand.
                 “ We
had to cut it for you the old fashioned way,” she said. “Company
policy.”
                 “ Why
didn't you mail it to me?” Brandy asked.
                 “ Company
policy.”
                 “ Why
didn't anybody call to let me know that I should come pick it up.”
                 “ That
was our fault.  Sorry about that.”
                  Brandy
had worked for five years at this place.  For the first year she
cold-called the cellphone customers of competitors, trying to get
them to switch providers.  Then she took customer service calls
and tried to help customers with their practical problems. Finally,
she became a low-level manager. It was all very boring, and it did
not pay well. There was no contract, there was no union.  She
was white collar, technically, but she could barely pay her bills. 
At the very least, she didn't have to pay for a cellphone.
                  Crap! 
She no longer had a free cellphone!
                  Her
boss had read her mind.
                 “ We
wanted to know if you wanted to keep your number and your plan?”
                 “ Uh,
I would need to know how much my plan would cost.”
                  She
had signed up for a deluxe calling plan.   Of
course she did – it was free!
                  Her
boss excused herself to go look up this information.  She came
back and delivered the bad news.
                 “ Your
plan would cost $275 per month.”
                 “ Seriously? 
Does anyone actually pay that as an individual?” Brandy asked.
                  Her
old boss stood there patiently.
                 “ You
can have 45 days – through the end of the next cycle – to decide
what you want to do.  Then just give us a call.”
                  Brandy
walked out of the air-conditioned building into the humid heat. 
She pulled up internet access on her smartphone and looked up her
plan.  She had 2,500 free peak-time minutes per month.  She
never knew,