A SEAL's Surrender (Alpha SEALs Book 3) Read Online Free

massive hotel, noticing a man in dark sunglasses and a designer suit smoking a cigar at the far edge of the hotel’s driveway.  He seemed out of place amongst the casual tourists, but then again, she was in a business suit as well.
    He watched her from afar, seeming to silently appraise her.  His slicked back hair didn’t have a strand out of place, and she could practically smell his strong cologne from thirty feet away.  He was likely just some creep checking her out—what else was new?  She was around men all day long in her field, and some respected women more than others.  She wasn’t going to stand around worrying about some slimy dude in a slick suit.  She felt his eyes burning into her as she strode inside.  It took everything in her not to turn around and flip him off.  Just to let him know that she knew exactly what he was thinking.
    Five minutes later, she was following the bellhop into the elevator, keycard in hand.  In ten minutes, she planned to have her toes in the sand, drink in hand.  There was no sense in letting regrets from the past ruin her evening.  Maybe a few of the memories were nostalgic, but most of them were more bitter than sweet.  She’d get the job done, and get on with her life.  Just like she always had.  All she had to do was make it through the week around all those damn SEALs.

Chapter 3
     
    Christopher parked his truck in a garage near the beach an hour later and sauntered down the sidewalk to Anchors, a popular Virginia Beach bar that his SEAL team frequented.  The bustling hangout was always filled with single military guys and local women alike, making it the perfect place to carouse.  He and his buddies usually grabbed drinks there every week, chasing after the pretty ladies and more often than not taking one home for the night.  Their team of six single men was now down to four, but hell.  He could spend a few hours unwinding with them after the day he’d had.
    He’d changed after work into well-worn jeans and a tee shirt, but that didn’t lessen the stares of the women as he stepped inside.  They loved a man in a uniform, but with his short, military-style cropped hair and build of a SEAL, he didn’t exactly blend in even while wearing civilian clothes.  His muscular frame filled out anything he wore.  Normally he loved the attention, but tonight he just needed a drink to clear his damn head.
    Christopher and his buddies had met their fair share of women at Anchors over the years, but lately, he’d only spend a night or two with a woman before moving on to the next.  No sense in leading anyone on when he knew he wasn’t going to be around for the long haul.  He’d be upfront with his intentions, saving both him and the woman he took home a helluva lot of grief.  He was ashamed to admit it, but many of those women didn’t care one way or another.  They wanted the allure of spending the night in the bed of a SEAL, and who was he to turn down an attractive lady’s offer?  He sure wasn’t looking for a relationship.  His one bitter breakup years ago had left him enough heartache for a lifetime.  Not that he’d fucking admit that to anyone.  Ever.
    He was running late in meeting the guys, his mind a jumbled mess ever since leaving base earlier.  The woman from the parking lot haunted him.  What the hell was that about anyway?  He’d gone damn near ten years without seeing or hearing from Lexi.  He thought about her, sure.  What red-blooded male wouldn’t?  Her jet black hair, violet eyes, and smoking hot body were the stuff wet dreams were made of.  And she’d been his .  Not some fantasy woman.  A real flesh-and-blood woman who’d let him make her his own, take her to bed every night, and teach her just how pleasurable sex could be.
    Christ.  She was a fucking virgin when he’d met her.  No wonder no other woman ever seemed as sweet, innocent, and genuine.  He’d been her first—her first serious boyfriend, first lover,