Ms. Perfectly Imperfect: BBW BWWM Interracial Romance by Roxy Wilson Read Free Book Online

that I love the glamour, but actually, it kind of loses its appeal after some time. I would rather do something else.”
    “What?”
    She glanced out of the window and then looked back at him. “I don’t know why I’m telling you this. I’ve actually never told this to anyone.”
    “Come on, you can share with me. I swear that I’m not affiliated with any news or media group.”
    She laughed. “I doubt it will make the headlines even if it was leaked, but I like to make soap.”
    He felt sure he misunderstood. “Soap?”
    “Yeah, soap. In different colors and shapes, using organic products. I make it at home, but one day, I want to set up my own manufacturing plant that would make soap and sell it.”
    “Why don’t you do it?”
    “Time. Money. Effort. Everything is in short supply right now.” Leaning forward, she sipped her smoothie. “It’s not a big deal really. Maybe it’s just a dream, you know. My career is doing great. It would be silly for me to leave it and pursue something so uncertain.”
    “Achievements are a direct result of pipe dreams.”
    “Who said that?”
    He chuckled. “I did, just now,” he admitted.
    Her laughter filled the silence in the café. It was late, and there were no other customers around. He considered himself lucky that he got this opportunity to hang out with her. She was quite a lady. Open, honest, direct, and of course, mind-blowingly beautiful. It would be silly of him to let her slip through his fingers.
    “Well said.” She applauded and then checked her watch. “It’s getting late. I should go home. Thank you for the smoothie and the talk. It was actually kind of nice.”
    “Kind of nice? Hmm…I was hoping to do better than that.” He stood with her. Walking out with her, he surveyed the streets. No cabs were in sight. “Why don’t we meet again and I could try to do a better job?”
    “I don’t know—it’s…I’m in a difficult kind of a situation right now.”
    “You’re engaged?”
    When she looked away, he figured out that she didn’t want to talk about it just as yet. If he pressured her, he might not get an opportunity to see her again. Clint held her hand and when she looked down at their linked fingers, he smiled. “Okay, we’ll do it at your pace. Why don’t you drop by the hospital to see me when you’re there next?”
    “I have to go now.”
    He let go of her hand. “Why don’t I drop you? My car is in the parking lot, and it’s late. I wouldn’t feel comfortable letting you stand here while you tried to catch a cab.”
    Much to his delight, she nodded. “Thanks. That would be great.”
    Together, they strolled towards the parking lot. A nice, fast breeze blew through the street and he pulled the jacket tighter around his body. As far as Clint as concerned, this was a good start. Perhaps, in time, they would get to a better position but for now, he was happy to spend some time with her. .
    He helped her into his car, and she gave him the address. Within forty-five minutes, he parked at the front of the building. Stepping out of the car, he jogged around his sedan to open her door. “This is a nice building.”
    “Actually, a friend of mine lives here. I’m going to stay here for the night.
    “A friend?”
    She stepped out of the vehicle, avoiding looking directly into his eyes. “Thanks for the ride. Take care.”
    “Bye.” Clint watched her with her hips swaying enticingly, as she hustled to the front door of this friend’s apartment, quite aware that she’d avoided answering his implied question. Friend? Was this her fiancé’s place? He didn’t think she was the kind of girl who moved from one man to another without much thought. Of course, there was nothing romantic about their relationship so far, but he hoped that eventually, it would move in that direction. But if she was still engaged, what was she doing alone in the hospital this time of the night? Why didn’t she go to her own apartment?
    So many questions