This is a sample of my first book, I hope you all enjoy the first chapter.
Isabelle was not a Manhattan beauty, she wasn't a model, or an actress, or an heiress. She never did fit in with the people she worked with back in New York. Though she loved her boss, a funny down to earth self made business tycoon, she mostly tried to stay out of peoples way. If someone approached her she was friendly but she learned early on about how cruel people could be and she wanted no part of it and certainty did not want to be the office fool.
For 10 years she worked hard and earned everything she had, though that wasn't much.
She managed Mr. Tatums schedules, books, press, phones, e-mails, and even ran interference when an angry ex girlfriend appeared at the office to cause hell. Yes it wasn't a high paying high power job but she loved it, mostly because she enjoyed working for Mr. Tatum. He was a good man, young to be so successful, being only 32 years old and very handsome by most peoples standards. He was about 6 foot 4 inches tall and had crystal clear ocean blue eyes. He was muscular and broad and seemed to always be smiling. His dark brown hair was almost always mused and in 10 years she had yet to see the man wear a suite to the office.
After work Isabelle would walk 10 blocks home to the apartment she shared with 3 other girls, well women, they were all models/actresses/waitresses and they were all tall, thin, blond and well fake in her opinion. She on the other hand was not, Isabelle was 5 foot 4 inches of curves. Her short but well toned legs and thick thighs gave way to curvy hips and a well shaped behind. Her waist narrowed and led up to very large DD breast that were very real. She had a cute features and chocolate brown eyes that were partly over shadowed by her long curly auburn hair. No, Isabelle did not fit into the category of hot, or even beautiful in New York. She was the plain, thick girl in a world where thin and perfect ruled.
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" I heard you, you bastard." Isabelle mumbled incoherently at her alarm before her pillow flew across the room at it. Mumbling crankily she got out of bed and made her way to the bathroom to start the under 30 minute task of getting ready for work. She turned on the water and got undressed just to curse and hiss profanity at the water which never seemed to get hot but that was okay because it meant that she would not spend the entire morning indulging in her one great love, a hot steamy shower. Sure there were other things in life that she enjoyed but nothing compared to the feeling of hot water running over her shoulders and back after a long day and one day when she finally got a house of her own she would have a great shower, a dream shower and a water heater that suplied a constant and reliable stream of steamy hot water for her to indulge in. Until then she would appreciate the frigid water in this tiny bathroom that was originally a closet, offered her because it ensured that she had no reason to be late for work.
As Isabelle stepped out of the cold water and wrapped herself in a soft pink towel she decided on what she would wear to work today. Since Mr. Tatum would be at the office today she quickly settled on her dark blue fitted jeans and a red jersey tank top, she would wear her white denim jacket with it and a simple pair of black flats that were comfortable and perfect for all the errands he would no doubt need her to accompany him on. She quickly worked in a little conditioning cream into her hair and brushed her teeth, no need to style her hair since it was naturally curly and would be dry by the time she got to work. She tiptoed out of her bedroom and quietly gathered her bag and laptop and locked the door as she walked out into the hallway. 3 flights of stairs later she was setting off down the side walk against a mass of people hurrying along the Manhattan streets. 8 blocks later and a couple of near tumbles later she had 2 large white chocolate mocha's and a couple blueberry muffins in hand and was making her way to her building 2 blocks away when she heard her name being called from somewhere behind her.
