Troll-y Yours BBW Erotic Curvy Fantasy Romance (The Centaurs) by Fredricks Sheri

Author:Fredricks, Sheri [Fredricks, Sheri]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Temple Publishing
Published: 2013-05-17T06:00:00+00:00

Nineteen

Drop…dead…gorgeous. Not her, but the clothes Kempor Hippolyte found for Ella to wear.

The reflection in the bathroom mirror didn’t lie. Form fitting cargo pants in olive green, hugged her curvy hips like the banks of the Boronda River, the style flattered with its many pockets. A cropped, short sleeved silk blouse in the most amazing shade of topaz floated in a dreamy drape to touch the top of her waistband. The only clothes she’d ever worn had been whatever her mom gave her, and the occasional present from a friend.

Never, had she slipped into anything as beautiful—or sexy. Ever. Is this what Centaurs wore when lying around their stalls? Lucky mythics!

Ella pulled the brush through her unruly hair, wishing her body matched the clothes. If she had hairpins, she’d sweep every strand and knot the red mess on top of her head. However, the bathroom drawers were empty. Only the thoughtfulness of Hippolyte provided the hairbrush and clothes.

She laid the brush down and nearly missed a soft rapping at the room door. It would be Al she surmised, because the nice female guard had left saying she’d see her tomorrow.

One last look in the mirror, and she turned away. It is what it is, and it doesn’t get any better. Ella placed her hand on the doorknob when she thought of Al’s stallroom intruder. A Troll in the Centaur palace wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows for many of the residents who lived here. Precaution may benefit her best.

“Who is it?”

“Kempor Aleksander.”

Ella smiled. “Who?”

“It’s me, Alek. I brought you a late dinner.”

“Aleksander Hedson?” She stifled a giggle with a hand over her mouth.

A heavy hoof stomped on the other side of the door. “Gamó̱to! Open up, Ella.”

Ella even felt the percussion under her feet. She smoothed her hair one last time, then pulled open the door. A covered white platter caught her eye first and she followed the attached arm to the broad chest, past his smirking lips, to twinkling brown eyes that gazed down at her. He let out a soft wolf-whistle.

“Hi, Al.”

He drew in a breath and heaved a great sigh. “I asked you to call me Ale—”

“Yeah, yeah.” Ella tugged him by the arm into her room. “Get in here. That food smells fantastic.” Loud and boisterous, her stomach pinched and gave a growl as spicy seasoning teased her nose.

When he’d moved past the threshold, Ella swung the door closed.

“Watch the tail!” Al tucked his hips under him like a scalded pup and bolted forward.

“Tsk, quit whining. You’re fine.” My, oh my. Yes you are.

Al placed the platter on the only table in the room.

Though tall and café style, the table was small and circular, the platter oblong and large. Another discontented snarl erupted from her empty gut.

“Hope you like pizza, because that’s all the kitchen had at this hour.” When he lifted the tray’s shallow lid, warm smells of yeast and herbs drifted in steamy spirals.

The scent of oven hot food caused her mouth to salivate. Unabashed of her hunger, she swallowed.

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