Life was good. I didn’t need anything. Especially not a sexy, funny, sweet stranger who wanted to go on a date. My friends told me to give him a chance, but I knew he’d take one look at my curvy body and come up with a reason not to go out again. So, I gave him an out. He didn’t take it. The man was relentless. He liked my curves, and he wanted more than just phone calls. He wanted me. How could I say no to that?