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

sounding crass, this was utter bullshit. I never said any of this stuff, but I didn't deny it until now, because I thought it was important for people to engage in a dialogue about designers catering to so-called plus-sized women. I say 'so-called' because the average American woman is a size fourteen. So why is a fourteen considered plus-size then? De Maio Designs wants to remove all of the dumb, manufactured labels that the fashion industry comes up with. Put simply, we want to make clothes for these women. Sexy, flattering clothes that are stylish and function well. We've been working on concepts for this line for a long time, actually, a while before I was accused of making the afore-mentioned dumb comments."
    The reporters shot back with a variety of questions, all of which Dash answered well. He was incredible under pressure. Only Dash had the business acumen to turn a rumor into a goldmine. After he answered a few questions, Dash started to introduce me.
    "Ella, will you step forward?"
    I stood right next to him, as I heard a flurry of flashbulbs. It was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before. The photographers didn't even know me, but they started shouting my name.
    "Ella, over here!"
    "Ella, quick smile please!"
    "Can you turn this way just a sec?"
    Putting his arm over my shoulder, Dash explained my new position.
    "Ella is our brand ambassador for this new collection. Not only is she incredibly smart and beautiful, but she's also probably the sexiest woman I've ever met in my life."
    I was about to melt. Not from all of the lights, mind you, but from Dash De Maio's sweet sentiments. Standing so close to him, I was enveloped by his scent...woodsy, musky, with some pheromones that obviously drove me wild. X-rated images of our interlude on the couch flashed through my mind as the photographers continued to snap away.
    The reporters started to ask me questions then, and I found myself sounding surprisingly articulate. I realized that being a plus-sized brand ambassador was a great responsibility, and it was one that I really, really wanted.
    "You know, living in L.A., I've had agents tell me to just abandon all hopes of being considered sexy, simply because I don't fit their cookie cutter image of what a woman is supposed to look like. Well, I'm here to tell you that women come in all shapes and sizes, and we're all beautiful! And I'm so honored and thrilled to have this platform now."
    I stayed on the red carpet for a few more minutes, chatting with even more reporters and personalities. Debra came up behind me and whispered in my ear, "Will you mention Katrina's Katerers as the company that brought you here? It's the only way she'll shut the hell up about getting a finder's fee for you."
    I had to laugh. Amidst all of the excitement from the past few days, I'd almost completely forgotten about Katrina, or my fake "egg dyeing" gig. Of course she was demanding free press. But I didn't mind. After all, as annoying as she was, she was the reason that I'd shown up there in the first place.
    "Speaking of female empowerment, I'd just like to give a quick shout-out to the woman who brought me here. Katrina from Katrina's Katerers! Not only do they provide great food and service, but they employ lots of aspiring artists in L.A."
    "What kind of work were you doing for the catering company when you were discovered?" one of the reporters asked.
    "Dyeing Easter eggs!" I shot back, and everyone laughed.
    "You're on fire tonight!" Debra whispered in my ear, as I finished up my interviews.
    Finally, it was time for me to exit the red carpet and allow some VIPs and celebrities to take my place. Debra got me a glass of champagne from the bar, and we mixed and mingled for hours. She even introduced me to the people who would be my new agents at Fleur de Lis.
    "So, are you excited to go to New York for the shoot next week?" one of them asked me.
    "Uh, what?" I was so confused.
    "Oh, yeah!" Debra piped up. "Sorry, forgot to tell you,