Page 123 of Plus Size Player

I made my way to his address. There wasn’t much traffic on Thursday evening, so I arrived a few minutes earlier than anticipated. I slowed, creeping my way toward the house in the developing neighborhood.

“Nice,” I breathed pulling into the driveway. I parked beside Russ’s car and then climbed out. “Really nice.”

I saw the vision of the area, even though it was the only house that existed on the land at the end of the cul-de-sac. I grabbed the rail and eased up the ten steps that led to the front door. When I reached the top of the landing, I hadn’t even pressed the doorbell when I heard his voice.

“The door is unlocked. Come in,” Russ greeted me through a speaker.

I smiled, knowing a camera was on me somewhere. “You want me to just walk in.”

“Yes,” he responded with a little chuckle.

I opened the door and stepped inside the foyer. Sexy R & B music hit my ears at the same time as the smell of bacon hit my nostrils. Everything looked new and perfect as I tried to take everything in at once.

I closed the door behind me.

“Russ?” I called out, looking around the brightly lit space. There was a formal room to the right of me, a living room to the left of me, and a hallway in front of me.

“You look absolutely beautiful,” he said as he appeared at the end of the hallway. Dressed in a heather-gray T-shirt with black pants, he looked good. He had a fresh lineup and the biggest smile on his face.

I opened my arms wide and spun around in a circle in my cropped T-shirt and pleated miniskirt. The spin further showed off my legs and the cute sandals. “The skirt is RLF.”

He licked his lips as he drew closer. “I never could’ve imagined that skirt looking that good.”

I smirked. “You like?”

He stopped in front me. “Oh yeah.”

“How much?”

Grabbing my face, he crashed his lips into mine. My arms instinctively wrapped around him, pulling him close. Our mouths moved hungrily over each other. Soft moans escaped us as we kissed harder, deeper.

“Are you ready for what I have for you?” he whispered against my lips.

Reaching between us, I slid my hand over the bulge in his pants. “Yes.”

He gave me a peck. “That’s not what I meant.”

“That’s not for me?”

“Oh, that’sonlyfor you.” He took my hand and brought it to his lips. “But I have something else for you first.”

“I’m intrigued,” I commented as he interlocked our fingers.

“Let me give you part one of the tour.” He took me into the formal living room, the den, and his home office. Just as we approached the kitchen, he turned and smiled. “Are you ready?”

I nodded. “Ready for what?”

The moment we stepped into the kitchen, I stopped in my tracks.

“Oh my God,” I gasped, bringing my free hand to my mouth.

The kitchen was open and beautiful, with gray flooring and white quartz countertops. It was a chef’s dream kitchen. It looked like something out of a magazine. Even still, my eyes kept going back to the biggest bouquet of flowers I’d ever seen.

“These are for you,” he told me, gesturing to the elaborate display.

“Wow…” I went over to table and touched one of the petals. “These are gorgeous.”

“I’m glad you like them.” He slipped his hand across my lower back.

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