Ella's Easter Eggs (BBW & Billionaire) by Alexis Ayres Read Free Book Online

Covering my face with the camera, I took a picture of my naked, freshly moisturized body in the mirror and sent it back with the following message:
    *Happy Easter! Wearing nothing...
    Twenty minutes went by as I continued getting ready for work. Then I heard the text notification again.
    *Hot Damn!!!!! Luscious, you got me so hard. When are you comin back to NY? Need to see you...and feel you, kiss you...
    I didn't write back. It was time to leave. But I drove to Dash's with a smile playing on my face.
    The security guard outside Dash's house was no joke. Since I'd been taking the shuttle with the rest of the catering crew prior to this, I'd never had to deal with him before. After taking down my driver's license number, my license plate, AND conducting a thorough "bomb check" of my crappy car, he finally permitted me to enter the compound.
    Parking in a spot right outside the design cottage, I took a deep breath and tried to calm my nerves. It seemed like today was going to be a big day. Walking into the studio did not allay my concerns. Designers were running around like chickens with their heads cut off. And Debra was at the center of all of it.
    "Ella! Thank God you're here!" she cried.
    "Uh, yeah...what's going on?"
    "DASH is what's going on! He's driving me insane. Here, can you go put on this sexy Easter bunny thing?" She handed me a hanger with an Easter bunny costume. It even had furry boots to go with it.
    "Sure, you got it!" I stepped behind one of the separators, dropping my clothes as quickly as I could.
    Debra stood right outside, continuing to talk to me.
    "So Dash has got something huge planned, but he won't even tell me what. Now we've got an orchestra outside -- literally an orchestra! -- and now there's a red carpet near the dinner area."
    "Huh, that seems weird. Doesn't he tell you everything, normally?"
    "YES!" Debra shrieked. "I'm a control freak, I can't stand not knowing!"
    But it didn't take long for the man himself to make an appearance. As soon as I'd poured myself into the sexy bunny costume, Dash De Maio swept into the cottage, smiling and looking even better than the day before. He caught my eye and winked before he launched into his announcement.
    "Ladies and gentleman! Can we have a huddle?" he clapped his hands, as everyone gathered closer to him. "Alright, so you're probably noticing a little more fanfare than normal outside. I know Debra's ready to kill me..."
    She groaned audibly, as everyone laughed. "You got that right!"
    "So I figured I may as well come out with it!" he continued. "All of you have been doing such a tremendous job with the line that I don't want to hold back anymore. I had our PR company contact some carefully vetted media personalities and photographers, and they're going to be taking a look at some of our new collection tonight. I know it seems early, but I've got a really good feeling about it."
    Immediately, the room started buzzing with excitement. The designers seemed slightly intimidated and simultaneously thrilled with the idea of presenting their garment concepts so soon. They started shouting out questions.
    "What's the red carpet about?" a female designer asked. I was pretty sure that she was the one who'd designed my monokini.
    "Ah, I'm glad you asked," Dash responded with a grin. "So I'm gonna be out there representing the new brand, you guys are gonna be out there explaining some of the new concepts, and we'll be introducing our new brand ambassador."
    "Who's our new brand ambassador?" the girl fired back quickly.
    "Ella!" he said, his green eyes lighting up as the whole room turned to stare at me. "I can't think of anyone better."

CHAPTER EIGHT
    CRASH COURSE
    WHAT?!?
    Now, I was completely, totally conflummoxed. I know conflummoxed isn't really a word, but that is how I felt. First of all, these things didn't happen to me. I was the girl who struggled in obscurity for years, trying to make ends meet. Not the one who booked a huge modeling campaign.