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will be wearing it tonight. I plead you to follow my instructions that my driver is going to hand you in an envelope. It is very important to me that you do follow every detail, Callie!"
Callie shrugged and nodded in disbelief. She had no clue what to think or what to say to Grant's words.
Grant noticed her uneasy reaction and encouraged her: Callie, I have something very important to show to you later tonight. I can only show it to you if you follow my instructions! You don't have to be afraid or feel uncomfortable, but I can not tell you everything now. I don't want to ruin it."
Callie shivered in uncertainty because on one side she desperately needed a little excitement in her love life, but on the other side Grant was starting to intimidate her with his secrecy.
She was wondering if she made the right move and if spending the evening on Valetine's day with Grant could really be the prescription for what she was missing in her life, or if she was in the process of making the biggest and most regrettable mistake of her adult life...
Part I
Catherine sat propped up in her king size bed sipping on a glass of red wine and nibbling on a chocolate truffle. Tears continued to course down her full cheeks as she tried not to focus on Daniel and the fact that Valentine’s Day was tomorrow. She still didn’t understand why Daniel had ended things with her. He had always told her that he loved her full-bodied curves. In fact, he had been so insistent in showing her repeatedly just how much he loved her very opulent breasts, padded curvy hips and bouncy ass that she had believed every word that came out of his mouth.
Yet, just two days ago, he had texted her and said that they were over. Texted her, for god’s sake! The little worm hadn’t even had the decency to break up with her in person. That should tell her something about him. But it didn’t matter because she had been totally in love with him. Truth be told, she was still in love with him even though she now knew that he didn’t deserve her love.
What was she going to do now? In the past, Valentine’s Day had been one of her favorite special days of the year. She had enjoyed many lustful trysts on past Valentine’s Days. The thought of some of these brought a smile to her lips as she replayed them in her mind. Yes, Catherine had been lucky enough to have attracted some pretty wild players in her past even though she was classified as a BBW; big beautiful woman. Besides, there would always be chubby chasers no matter where she went. That helped her to be quite comfortable with her Rubenesque style body.
One lover had even told her that he preferred women of her size because he loved to be able to truly grasp full breasts and ass in his hands. He then went on to say that you just couldn’t do that with those “skinny model types.” If they actually had a chest, usually they weren’t real and who wanted to play with small beach balls?
Now, though, Daniel had done the unimaginable. He had dumped her right here at Valentine’s Day. Sniffing, she wiped away a stray tear and took another sip of her wine. Following that with another truffle, she tried to think of how she was going to survive this.
Suddenly, her doorbell rang.
Hoping against hope that it might be Daniel saying that he had changed his mind and that he loved her after all, she got to her feet as quickly as she was able to and headed to the door.
“I’m coming,” she called as she hurried down the hallway.
Taking a second to look through the peephole on the door, she saw that no one was there.
Dammit, she thought. I’m too late!
Whipping the door open, she stepped out into the hallway looking both ways to see if she could spot her elusive caller. But there was no one in sight. She turned to re-enter her apartment when her foot kicked something. Looking down, she saw a gift wrapped box sitting at her feet. She stared at it curiously for a second before leaning down to retrieve it. With a puzzled look on her face, she carried it with her back into the apartment.
This package had been delivered personally as it was wrapped in shiny red paper with a white satin ribbon. There was a matching red card attached to it with her name on it. Catherine opened it and read the brief message that had been written there.
“Such a beautiful woman should never be sad. You should be appreciated and adored. That is just what I plan to do with you tomorrow night.
Someone who cares”
Still highly puzzled, Catherine set down the card on her kitchen bar and then picked up the package. Carefully, she opened the box to reveal a sexy little teddy in a wicked red color. She withdrew it from the box and held it up against her. It seemed as if it was the right fit.
Yes, her gift was lovely, but who could have sent it? Not only that, who was planning to “appreciate and adore” her tomorrow night? Shaking her head a little, she walked back down the hallway to her bedroom. Carefully, she hung the teddy on a padded hanger and stood back to admire it once more.
Finally, she decided that she needed to get some sleep. Only in dreams could she seem to forget about Daniel and his cruelty. Oddly enough, tonight she was sound asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.
The next day dawned bright, sunny and cold. Catherine found herself to be happy even though she knew that Daniel wouldn’t be a part of her Valentine’s Day. Instead, she spent the afternoon at a day spa getting a facial, massage, and body wrap. Then it was on to the salon to get her long dark auburn hair curled and her nails manicured. By the time she returned home late that afternoon, she knew that she looked beautiful. Darting into her closet, she pulled out the new red teddy and slipped into it. She had been right. It fit perfectly! Choosing a deep red dress with a scooped neckline that showed off her impressive cleavage, she put it on and looked at herself in the mirror.
I do look gorgeous! She thought, smiling.
She was dressed by 7PM when her doorbell rang. This time when she looked through the peephole, she saw a man wearing a uniform of some sort. Keeping the chain on, she opened the door a crack.
“Yes?” she said.
“Good evening, ma’am,” the man said in an almost courtly manner. “Are you Miss Catherine?”
“I am,” she replied.
“I’m instructed to ask you to accompany me,” he said.
“Accompany you to where?” she asked.
“If you look out your window, you’ll see the limousine waiting. That is for you.”
Slowly she pushed the door shut and walked over to her living room window. Looking down, she gasped as there was definitely a limousine waiting.
Deciding that even though it might not be the smartest thing she had ever done, nevertheless she grabbed her coat and purse and went with uniformed man. When they reached the limousine, he opened the back door for her and invited her to get inside. Stepping in carefully, she was greeted by one of the most handsome men she had ever seen.
He was smiling and handed her a glass of champagne. His hair was black, and his eyes were an ocean blue. A sexy lopsided smile showed her perfect white teeth and a slight dimple on one side of his mouth. She accepted the champagne and simply sat staring at him.
“Hello, Catherine,” he said in a low sexy voice. “I’m so happy that you agreed to join me. Shall we drink to new friends and future possibilities?”
“Ok,” she managed to whisper.
Once they had sipped the champagne, Catherine found her voice.
“Who are you,” she asked. “And how do you know me?”