Copyright 2012 by J.S. Scott
THE BEAST LOVES CURVES (Big Girls And Bad Boys: A BBW Erotic Romance)
"Ian Campbell has requested your services."
Abbie Wright stared fixedly at her bald-headed, kindly boss with an astonished expression. She needed to have her hearing checked. "Excuse me, Roger? Can you repeat that?" She was certain she had misunderstood. She could have sworn he had said Ian Campbell.
Her elderly boss cracked a smile as he looked up at her from behind his desk. "Oh...you heard me correctly, Abbie. He needs your services as a website developer. He needs a website." The old man shrugged. "He wouldn't say what the project was and I didn't push. He would be an important client to have. "
Abbie sat down in the chair in front of her boss' desk, completely dumbfounded. Ian Campbell? Why? "He must have hundreds of people that can do this project at his disposal. He owns one of the biggest corporations in the country. Why would he use someone from our small firm? Why would he request me? I'm a programmer." She shot her questions out, still bewildered and confused.
"Apparently he saw the site you did for that children's charity organization and was very impressed. He specifically requested you." Roger leaned forward on his desk, his white eyebrow raised and a speculative look on his face that really worried Abbie. Her boss had a Santa Claus type personality. He was jovial, round and bald on top. He even had the eyeglasses that reminded her a little of Old Saint Nick. "I don't have to tell you what it would mean to my company to have him as a satisfied client, Abbie."
Oh...she knew. Ian Campbell was a god among men. At the age of thirty- four he had accomplished more than most men ever did in their lifetime. The problem was...he was also a nightmare for anyone that worked for him.
"You know what they say about him?" Abbie questioned her boss with a tinge of fear in her expression.
"That he's been nicknamed "the beast" because he's hell to work for? I know, Abbie." He was giving her that sad, contrite look that made her cave in every time. Damn it. Ian Campbell's business would definitely boost her boss' small company.
"It has to be me?" Abbie hated the hint of a whine in her voice. She was fairly resigned, but she had to give it one more shot of somehow wiggling out of the assignment.
"Yes." Roger sighed as he broke the rest of the bad news. "And he needs you to work on site with him at his house. He runs things from home since his accident."
She wasn't particularly surprised. Ian Campbell had been injured in a near fatal racing accident eight months ago. He liked fast cars, gorgeous woman and the best that money could buy. Unfortunately, he could afford it.
Abbie knew was a real dupe. She couldn't stand that pleading look Roger was giving her. She would never say no to him. He had been the only one kind enough to take a chance on her fresh out of school. She owed him. "What about my projects here at the office?" She knew she was taking this new project whether she liked it or not. It was only a matter of details now.
"Sandy will take over. Mr. Campbell's project is top priority until it's completed." He eagerly ripped a page off of his notepad and handed it to Abbie. "He asked for you to report to him at nine tomorrow morning. Here's the address."
Abbie reached out and took the address from her boss feeling like she was receiving a death sentence instead of a new project.
She left the office with a huge thank you from her boss and a heart full of lead.
This had been such a tough few weeks. After her boyfriend had gotten himself employed, he had left her for one of his co-workers. Tim had told her that he was embarrassed to be seen with her because she was overweight and it didn't project the image of the young executive that he hoped to be. He was working for a large weight loss company and had gotten himself a thin, pretty