The Unexpected Crush, Book Two (An Alpha Billionaire In Love BBW Romance) Read Online Free Page A

assumed that I would want to change out of my scrubs, as they were usually sweaty and gross by the end of a twelve-hour shift.
    When I finally made it up to Chase’s office — mentally chastising myself for thinking of him as Chase, though I couldn’t stop myself — I was starving and exhausted, but at least I thought I was looking better than I felt.
    “You look like crap,” he said as soon as I entered his office.
    “Thanks,” I snapped, particularly angry, as I’d spent some changing, putting on some make-up, and making myself presentable.
    “Sorry,” Chase replied, actually looking chagrined.“I just meant that you look tired.”
    “I am,” I admitted. “I don’t know if you heard about that huge accident, but the ER has been crazy all afternoon. On top of that, I was up late reading your file. Plus, I’m starving. Things were too busy in the ER for me to take a break, so I skipped lunch.”
    “Great,” Chase said with a smile. The face I made must have been awful, as he shot me an apologetic look and continued. “Not great that you skipped lunch, but I’m glad you’re hungry. I am too. I was thinking we could turn this into a working dinner.”
    “I’m pretty sure the cafeteria is closed,” I replied, not sure what to do with his continued niceness.
    “The cafeteria is also disgusting,” he stated as he stood and fastened his jacket. “I know of a place that’s close.”
    “Sure,” I answered, assuming that we were going to walk to the restaurant across the street. Instead, Chase led me down to the parking garage, where he sidled up next to a black sports car.
    “Nice ride,” I said dryly as he opened the door for me. I wasn’t lying, though. The car was obviously very expensive, even though I knew nothing about the subject. It had a vintage look to it, yet somehow it appeared modern, with soft black leather seats that I sank into comfortably.
    “Thanks,” he said with a smile. “It’s an Aston Martin DB3S. It was my father’s.”
    I nodded idly, trying to price a car of this caliber. It was probably worth over a million dollars, maybe more. I shuddered at the thought — it would cover my student loans in no time.
    The car ride was silent and slightly awkward, but I was too tired and hungry to care. I was surprised, however, when we pulled up in front of a restaurant I hadn’t been to before and Chase handed his keys to a valet before ushering me through the door.
    “Donahue,” he told the hostess and she nodded, walking us towards a corner table.
    I was tired and starving, but I couldn’t help the nagging feeling telling me something wasn’t right. We were at a fancy restaurant, where we already had a reservation. This “working dinner” was starting to feel an awful lot like a date.
    “What’s going on?” I asked suspiciously, though I couldn’t help but attack the bread as soon as it was on the table.
    “What do you mean?” he inquired innocently.
    “This,” I motioned around the room. “This isn’t the type of place for a working dinner, it’s the type of place for a date,” I snapped.
    “Oh.” Chase was quiet for a moment, actually looking a little nervous. “We can leave if you want. I just like this place — that’s all. We’re both hungry and we have stuff to talk about, so it makes more sense if we stay. And it’s a work dinner, so it’s on me.”
    I eyed him warily but I couldn’t deny that I was starving, so I finally relented. After that, the dinner went smoothly. The food was delicious, and Chase was as suspiciously nice as he had been the previous evening. We discussed the case and came to some similar conclusions about what had happened and why.
    Halfway through the dinner, the conversation once again drifted into ‘date’ territory as Chase asked about my move from Chicago and how I was finding the Pacific Northwest. I was too tired to fight the direction in which the night seemed determined to go, so I just allowed myself to enjoy the