crazy about CEO cowboy

berance. The woman next to me sighs. "I hate dieting. Cheeseburgers are so much tastier." I silently agree. My salad with light dressing, combined with my bland protein, is not my favorite thin

ere one you recommend for beginners? The ones that don't make the hair grow on my chin and make my voice deepen?" Callum's husky laugh sounds as he places his hand on my back as he starts to lead me out the door. What the hell is going on in my head today? First, I saw him at the gym and instantly recognized him as the man from last night. I hadn't done anything but dream about him all night, and this morning when I saw him at the gym, my mouth filter started acting up. There I was helping Codie up, and the next thing I knew I did was ask if he wanted to have lunch with us. So I was sitting with him all lunch, and despite having my ex-husband and his new 'future wife' next to him, I really enjoyed myself. I had. Appreciated. Myself. That kind of thing didn't happen to me anymore. Why? Because I'm Desi, the fat one, ex of one of the hottest men in town. Since day one, people have looked at me like I don't belong to Evil. He's tall, rich, handsome, and breathtaking. I never really understood why he pursued me. And now, here I am, allowing the same thing to happen again, only Callum is much, much hotter. "Are you well?" Callum asks, looking at me with curiosity and concern. I swallow hard and nod. "Yes," I mumble. "Is Walmart okay? I'm kind of avoiding Target right now. Oh, and Hobby Lobby. If I go to one of these places, I will spend a lot more than I intend to." He nods his head. "Right. What else do you need besides things to decorate trees?" I think about this for a moment. I was going to get a sports bra while I was there, but there's no way to do that with it. There's only so much I can handle and buying anything that covers my breasts just isn't going to happen. "Oh, nothing," I lie. He looks at me like he doesn't believe me. "Come on," he insisted. "Tell me." I bite my lip, think about the other thing I need. There's no way I can tell him I need tampons. No way, anyway. And with the way my ex-husband reacted when periods were mentioned, i.e. as if he was still a boy and couldn't handle the thought of blood, let alone the sight of it, I'm no