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An Excerpt From: SATIN SEDUCTION
Copyright © L.A. DAY, 2008
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing,
Inc.
“You
see an opportunity to meet a growing need?”
Damn. She
wished he hadn’t mentioned a growing need. Her voice trembled as she
continued, “I saw a recent study on obesity in America. The figures were
staggering.”
Jake
reached for a file on the edge of his desk. “I saw it too, but not all
shapely women are overweight.”
That
got her attention. “Are you already considering a new line?”
“I am.
I’ve owned a majority of this company for six months now and in that time
I’ve evaluated our strengths and weaknesses. I’m only thirty-five so I hope
I’m not too old school to recognize a need for change.”
Nicole
felt heat rise in her cheeks. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t insinuating you were
old.”
“I’m
not offended. I believe you are only a couple years younger.” He smirked.
“I’m pleased that I have a designer with vision and initiative.”
“Thank
you.” She replied quickly, on a deep breath. She could finally breathe. It
was going better than she’d expected.
He
fingered the corset she’d thrown on his desk. “This corset is a satin
blend?”
“Satin-Lycra
blend. It’s comfortable, yet controls,” she explained. “Comfort and control
are important ingredients for a full-figured line.”
“What
else have you designed, besides the thong, of course?”
“I
have three panties, the Brazilian-cut, a hip-hugger, the thong and a
brief.”
“No
granny panties?” He winked.
“Never!”
She pretended to gasp in horror. “Banish the thought. I’ve also finished
designs for another corset, a bustier and some night clothes.”
“You’ve
been busy. Have you had anyone model them?” His brows rose. “We need to
test the comfort and control.”
Biting
her lip, she hesitated. “We don’t have larger models. I made them in my
size.”
Picking
up the thong, his fingers traced the lacy edge. “You’ve modeled these?”
“I
tried everything on to test the comfort and fit. Those don’t actually offer
control but…” She hesitated.
“They’re
sexy as hell.” His eyes ran over her and a shiver rode her spine. “Are you
wearing one of your creations now?”
Nicole
laughed nervously.
Jake
grinned in a way that would wet any red-blooded woman’s panties. “You said
you’d never charge me with harassment.”
She
raised her chin. “I meant it.”
“What
are you wearing?”
Her
tongued felt glued to the top of her mouth and she swallowed. “I’m wearing
a slimming corset with support for…”
“Support
for large-breasted women?” His gaze devoured her chest. She could almost
believe he could see through her clothes.
“Yes.”
He
crushed the thong in his hand. “What type of panty?”
“A
ruffled Brazilian-cut,” she answered and was surprised how breathy her
voice sounded.
“Damn,”
he breathed the word as his eyes stripped her clothing from her body. “Can
I talk you into modeling them for me?”
“Me?
You want me to…?” She blinked at the thought.
“Yes.”
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