Sweet for You: A BBW Billionaire Romance by Harper Ashe Read Free Book Online Page A

lovely to see you. I’m sorry about dinner last night. I hope you had a good evening.”
    “Nice to see you too, Martha. The evening was...interesting. I’m here for a meeting with Mr. Blake.”
    “Stephen’s waiting for you,” Martha said, gesturing toward a large office at the end of the hall.
    “Thanks,” Abby responded, smiling more courageously than she felt. After knocking on Mr. Blake’s door and hearing his voice telling her to enter, she turned the knob slowly and entered his private oasis.
    His office was bigger than her apartment. Floor to ceiling windows flooded the large space with natural light, highlighting the high-end art and furniture that tastefully filled the professionally decorated room. Stephen’s desk was artfully positioned to provide a full view of the door and the cityscape. He stood up from behind the desk and motioned for her to come forward and take a seat.
    “Thank you for meeting with me, Miss Branson.”
    Abby was hoping that, after last night, they could skip the formalities. But it looked like Stephen was back in business mode. “No problem.”
    “If you don’t mind, I’ll get right to the point of this meeting. I have a confession to make, Miss Branson.”
    Was he going to confess his love? No, that would be profess...
    “It must be a doozy if you’ve invited me all the way up to your penthouse first thing in the morning,” Abby responded with a wink. Her joke fell flat; Stephen didn’t even crack a smile.
    The reserved man before her was nothing like the one who showed up at her apartment last night. If it wasn’t for the faint scent of his heady cologne, she might have wondered whether the man in her apartment had been an imposter. A delightfully charming and seductive imposter.
    Mr. Blake pushed a business folder toward her. “I’m not quite certain what, exactly, would constitute a confessional ‘doozy,’ but if I were to guess, I would imagine that mine doesn’t quite reach that proportion.”
    “What’s this?” Abby asked, already knowing the answer.
    “Your notes. I found them in my car this morning.”
    “Oh yes, I must have left the folder in there when your driver took me home.”
    “While the folder does belong to you, I must confess that I read the contents without your permission.”
    THAT was his confession? That he read her notes?
    “You’re right,” Abby said, completely flustered. “On the confessional scale, that’s definitely not a doozy. It’s fine that you read my notes. I was going to share them with you during dinner anyway. But the night didn’t really go as planned.”
    “I agree,” Stephen said, “and I owe you an apology for that as well. My behavior was completely unacceptable. I’m terribly sorry.”
    “You already apologized for being a jerk at dinner,” Abby responded. “Only it turned out that you weren’t really being a jerk at all. In fact, the whole argument was really my fault since I’m kind of sensitive about my size and jumped to conclusions.” She knew she was rambling and forced herself to stop.
    “I meant that I’m sorry for my forward behavior in your home. I’m afraid I had a bit too much to drink and crossed the line. I will understand if you feel the need to file a sexual harassment complaint with the human resources department, but if you’re willing to overlook my indiscretion, I promise that it won’t happen again.”
    A mortified Abby sat back in her chair, trying to process what she was hearing. “That’s what this meeting is about? Your attempt to avoid a potential sexual harassment lawsuit by issuing an apology for groping me when you were drunk?”
    “Well, yes, in a way. But no, not really. That’s not it at all. This meeting is about my confession and your brilliant ideas for the Blake Foods diet desserts line.”
    Now Stephen was rambling and Abby’s head was spinning. She was crushed to learn that the most amazing kiss of her life was nothing more than a drunken embarrassment