Kinky (BWWM)

Chapter 8

Bradley's POV

"Okay, fine. I'll show you," she said, finally giving in.  She placed her tea on the table and put the book on the sofa, then stood. 

She lifted her sweater and revealed her belly. 

I held my breath.  

Is this what she called fat?

All I saw was curves and maybe a little bloating. 

She was incredibly sexy.  The curvature of her waist was superb. The pink sweatpants swirled around her legs and moulded the curves of her hips and thighs, showing her perfect hourglass figure.

"See." She said to move her waist smoothly and gracefully. 

Oh my god. Did she not know what she was doing to my senses, moving her body like that. My gaze to move up to her bosom. The sweater was pressed against her breast. 

I looked at tiffany's face, and her lips were pressed to a grim line. Suddenly I started to wonder what it would be like to taste her lips until they were sweet and soft against my own. 

"So? Am I fat or just bloated?"

My eyes met hers, and suddenly I was lost for words.  "Can I touch it?"

She tilted her head, "Hmm..sure."

I took two steps, and I was in front of her. She was a bit shorter than me, so I had to bend to feel her stomach and boy, I have no regrets. Her skin was so soft. I caress her tummy gently until she broke me from my reverie. 

"So? Am I fat or just bloated," she asked again.

I looked up at her. I couldn't possibly say what I really want to say so I settled, "You're fine. You're just bloated. Take some peppermint capsules, and that will be gone in a few days." It took all strength to move away from her and stand up straight. 

 "That's good to know." her hands move down the sweater in its original position. 

I shouldn't be this close to Tiffany, and I should have definitely not touched her. But from the very first moment I laid eyes on her, I wanted to feel her soft curves yielding against me. 

Like it or not, Tiffany touched me in a way that went beyond physical. 

She planted her fist on her shape hips, drawing my attention once again to her feminine form. 

"Brad."

"Hmm.." There was something about how she said my name that sent my blood pressure up a couple of dozen points. It made my mouth go dry.

"You're staring."

I lifted my eyes to hers again. Yes, I was staring. I just couldn't help myself. 

I am a man with blood running through his veins. 

"Sorry, my mind went off for a second." I didn't know what else to say to her.  I ran my hands through my hair.  "It's been a while since we've last eaten. Do you want a snack?"  Dinner was eaten about three and a half hours ago, and ever since then, she's been in here reading. 

During that time, I made a few calls to ensure everything was running smoothly in the city. My brothers assured me that they were managing things from their end. My father held a  press conference to resolve the racist claims against our company, and for the most part, it was successful. Many people were still eager to talk to Tiffany. 

Freaking vultures. 

I shook the thought from my head in time to notice Tiffany's reaction. 

She nodded but kept silent. I almost laughed. It seemed that she was having trouble looking me in the eye. Maybe she was affected by my looks just as I'm affected by hers.