The Bear Prince: A BBW Bear Shifter Billionaire Paranormal Romance Novella (Seattle's Billionaire Bears Book 3) Read Online Free Page A

from now on, because I can’t imagine ever being able to look at a sausage the same way again,” said Crystal as they approached the mini-golf course. The mini-golf course was large and took up about half the carnival, but was pretty empty. Now that Crystal thought about it, the whole park was pretty empty, except for employees and some families playing games and eating food. It was also very clean. “Why’s the place so quiet tonight?”
    “The carnival? No clue,” said Damien. Damien’s bear roared, telling him to just frikkin’ tell Crystal the truth, that the truth could win her over easily, and that before the night was over, he could have that curvy goddess in his bed...but Damien ignored the bear as frikkin’ usual. “Your guess is as good as mine.”
    “You know, I bet my editor would love for me to write an article about this place,” said Crystal. “It’d be super popular with our readership.”
    “Uh...sure,” said Damien. “But wouldn’t you rather write about something more important?”
    “Yeah, but that’ll happen when pigs fly,” said Crystal. “Let’s get our clubs and balls.”
    Damien resisted making a joke about how Crystal could have his club and balls. The pair got their putters and a set of three golf balls each, Crystal picking out a pink club and pink balls and Damien picking out a green club and balls.
    “Didn’t take you for the type of girl that would like pink,” said Damien as they walked to the first hole.
    “Really?” asked Crystal. “Why’s that?”
    “You were wearing that goth ensemble when we first met,” said Damien.
    “Goth? It’s called looking professional,” said Crystal. “Members of the press have to dress in all black so they don’t stand out too much.”
    “Ah, like spies or ninjas,” said Damien.
    “Well, if you hadn’t noticed, I’m dressed a lot differently tonight,” said Crystal, motioning to her outfit.”
    “Okay, okay, so I guess I can’t judge a book by its cover,” said Damien. “Lesson learned. When was the last time you played mini-golf?”
    “Oh, gosh, it was years ago,” started Crystal. She told Damien stories about her youth, and they learned more and more about each other as they played through the eighteen miniature golf holes. As they reached the sixteenth hole, it had started to sprinkle, and by the time they turned in their clubs (Crystal narrowly beating Damien by three strokes), there was a light rain.
    Crystal and Damien high-tailed it to the food court area, which had canopies over the various vendor’s stands. “What do you want?” asked Crystal, pulling out her wallet.
    “Hey, it’s a date, I’m supposed to be the one to treat you,” said Damien. He had to admit, he was impressed that Crystal was offering to pay. Never had a girl ever offered to pay before.
    “Come on, you already lost at golf, you really wanna lose twenty bucks on food too?” asked Crystal. “What do you want?”
    “Hey...I actually have these tickets for food,” said Damien, pulling out another string of tickets. “They work for the rides and for the snacks. After tonight, they’ll be worthless. So, we’ve got to spend them all tonight. What do you want?”
    “Let’s see,” said Crystal. “A loaded sausage on a bun would really hit the spot...and a diet cola, because I worked up a real thirst playing mini-golf. Oh, and can we get fries and onion rings?”
    “Of course,” said Damien. “And that cotton candy you wanted, did you want pink or blue or yellow?”
    “Can I get all three, mixed together?” asked Crystal.
    “Your wish is my command,” said Damien. “Go nab us those seats over there, under the canopy.”
    Crystal walked over to a large wooden picnic bench which was situated on top of a large fake grass rug over the dirt. Above the table was a canopy, made of plastic to block out the rain, but underneath that top layer of canopy was another layer, in creamy white tulle fabric that, even thin, looked as