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

 
    Also, there was the tiny detail that I had become sexually involved with the gorgeous boss. Oh, and the fact that I wasn't actually a model. You know, small things...
    Since that last issue happened to be part of Debra's territory, she took it upon herself to address the problem head-on.
    "Can Ella and I have a quick huddle with you, Dash?" she asked, looking around nervously. "Privately?"
    "You got it!" he said. "Now, for everyone else -- be thinking about how you're going to present your thoughts and garments to the media. This is a really big night for us."
    Debra led the three of us over to the couch, and I had to stop myself from giggling. It was, of course, the same couch upon which Dash and I had been cavorting the previous evening.
    The three of us sat down, and Debra began her dramatic confession.
    "Dash, I just wanted to let you know that, in actuality, Ella was not the original fit model we hired. She's extraordinary, of course, and I'm so glad we have her, but I just wanted to come clean with you before we start doing all of this media stuff and involving agencies."
    Dash looked at both of us, utterly conflummoxed himself.
    "Okay, so what's the deal then? How did we find you? Did angels drop you off?" he asked me jokingly.
    His grin was so infectious that it made me start cracking up. I tried to say something, but then Debra just butted in. Thank God.
    "She was with Katrina's Katerers, working the event!" she said. "I'm sorry, it was a last-minute thing, our gal had canceled...I didn't have time to tell you."
    Dash threw his head back and released a terrifying roar of laughter. Debra and I looked at one another in fear. What sort of reaction was this?
    "Even better!" he exclaimed, patting Debra on the back. "Even better! So that's the story we tell the media then...our fit model cancels, and we notice this stunning creature working with the catering company and decide to give her a shot. She exceeds all of our hopes and expectations, and we realize that the brand ambassador for our company has been under our noses for the past three days. She's smart, she's real, she's gorgeous, and she can relate to everyday American women. BOOM!"
    Debra and I looked at one another in stunned silence. He had been utterly unperturbed by this strange curveball. Finally, Debra said what I had been thinking.
    "And that's why they pay you the big bucks...Dash, that's brilliant!"
    "Anytime, ladies," he smiled. "What a ridiculously lucky break for both of us! I'm sure the original model didn't hold a candle to you, Ella."
    "Thanks," I said. And then something occurred to me. "Um, I actually ditched my commercial agent a few days ago. I'm going to need someone to represent me, so..."
    Of course, Dash had an immediate response.
    "Yes, definitely! The agents from the plus-sized division at Fleur de Lis will be here tonight. We'll get you hooked up with them right away."
    I could barely catch my breath. Fleur de Lis was the biggest and best modeling agency in the entire world. How had I gone from crappy Blaine at Commercial Agent Associates to Fleur de Lis? It was seriously a miracle.
    "Thank you," I said again. "I know it's a small thing to you guys, but this is changing my entire world."
    "Alright," Dash said, looking at Debra. "We've got a lot to cover before the press starts arriving. Make sure Ella is prepped with all of the right outfits and talking points."
    And then we were off to the races. Hair and makeup people arrived, creating a sort of Guess girl/sixties bombshell look for me. My dress had been created specially for the event, a lingerie-inspired black corset number. It was incredible. I couldn't resist snapping a few shots for Daniela and Carlo. Before I knew it, it was already time for me and the team of designers to work the red carpet.
    Dash went out first, of course, making a big speech to the media.
    "In recent days, I have come under fire for some comments I supposedly made about plus-sized women. At the risk of