Page 28 of Purrfectly Kissed

“Sure, come to the back,” she said, leading the way.

“Tell me, dear, what is going on with the salon next door?” Uzzi asked as he placed his things on the table and took the box of goodies to open.

“Oh, that was Mrs. Bowers' place. She moved to Florida a few months ago, and she’s still looking for someone to take over her lease. I think Elissa’s old roommate might be coming to check it out soon.”

“Ah, that would be Gretchen. Yes, a good plan all in all,” Uncle Uzzi murmured and accepted the cardboard cup of tea Jessica handed him.

“So, how did your date with that giant hunk of a Bear go?”

Uncle Uzzi sipped and grabbed a cookie while rapidly flicking through the pages of a catalogue had been using for inspiration on her website.

He stopped and looked at the ads featuring plus size lingerie, and his eyes flashed to the rack of prototypes made by Kylie. He sure was a strange, quirky man, but he had an honest way about him, and Jessica definitely liked the older Witch.

“Um, it was alright I guess,” Jess replied and shrugged.

“Did you want to order something?” she asked when he stood up to handle some of the lingerie.

“What? Oh no, dear, without my liebling I am afraid my desire for encounters of the flesh has waned. But I have many clients who share a certain body type, and I would love to pass information on your store to them, if I may?”

“That would be wonderful,” Jessica replied.

She slapped on her metaphorical businesswoman’s cap and went about grabbing a bag, loading it with some flyers, business cards, and discount codes for him to give to his clients.

“Thank you, dear,” he said, smiling again.

“I believe all women should feel confident and proud of themselves. I see that you certainly do, Jessica Maverick. I mean you wear clothes so well,” Uncle Uzzi said and eyed Jessica approvingly.

The she-Tiger felt the compliment down to her toes and smiled back. It had taken a little while for her to build her self-esteem to a place where she felt really good about herself, and she appreciated his notice.

“I like clothes and I refuse to be told what I can wear because society would rather see a woman starve herself than be real,” Jessica said honestly.

“Yes, I agree.”

“I mean, I am not advocating unhealthy lifestyles, but for some of us, this is as good as it will get. Why shouldn’t we be comfortable and pretty too? Just because we have curves does not mean we have to dress horribly,” she continued.

Style for Jessica meant comfort, quality, and cuteness! Today she wore a pair of dark, tight jeans with strategic rips across her knees and one right under her left butt cheek. She paired the butter soft denim with an off the shoulder ivory sweater that showed just the right amount of her ample cleavage without being too slutty to wear at work.

Rather than take away from her, the pale color flattered her fiery mane, which she wore brushed over one side and held in place by a pretty rhinestone clip. A pair of shearling lined flats completed the ensemble.

“I completely agree. Besides, you do know that most Shifter males prefer women with curves. I have been told they are the perfect foil for all the hardness of the males of the species. A little cushioning for all that pushing,” he said, and she laughed.

“Am I saying that right?” Uncle Uzzi queried.

“Uh, close enough.”

Jessica’s face flamed as she tried to come up with a reply.

“These sets of undergarments are lovely.Kisses by Kylie? Who is this Kylie? I believe I am going to have to give your address to a few more clients than I expected,” he remarked.

“Thank you so much. She is a member of the Pride.”

“Mated?”

“No,” Jessica said with a grin.

“I see. Well, I am quite serious about knowing people who would love what you’ve done here.”

“Thank you so much,” Jessica said, snapping out of her daze.

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