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

was on edge. After taking a taxi back to my apartment the evening prior, I had been unable to get the image of his intense gaze and knowing smirk out of my head.
    I’d had too much to drink to dampen my desire with reminders that Donahue was a horrible person. Instead, I had stretched out between my sheets, exploring my body with my hands as I thought about the feel of his chest beneath my palm.
    I couldn’t help but wonder how his flesh would feel naked under my touch, as I explored his lean toned body. Once again, I thought about grabbing handfuls of thick, dark hair, pulling his face between my thighs. I had climaxed to the thought of his tongue against me, crying out in pleasure as I imagined the feel of his mouth against my most sensitive places.
    The chime of the elevator brought me back to the moment and I grimaced as I realized that I was growing damp between my legs at the memory of my fantasies.
    The guy is awful — and probably about to fire you, I reminded myself in an attempt to stifle the lust building within me. It was much easier to convince myself of this fact while sober, and by the time I made it to room 1258 (with an ominous sign on its door: Chase Donahue, Chief Executive Officer), I felt nothing but dread and contempt for him.
    “Go right in. He’s expecting you,” Donahue’s secretary said with a smile once I gave her my name. She was a young, slender blonde woman, and I couldn’t help but wonder if Donahue was the type to go after his assistants. I wanted to believe that he was, only because I was desperate to think the worst of him, yet I couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy at that thought as well. Shaking that feeling off, I entered his office.
    Donahue was behind a desk in a huge corner office with large windows stretching across two walls behind him. He stood as I entered, sporting a confident smile at me while I made my way towards his desk. That damn smile again. Stop it, Kaia!
    “Dr. Davenport,” he said, motioning to a large chair across from him. “Please have a seat. What a pleasure to see you again,” he continued once I was seated, the grin still on his lips. I had no idea what he was playing at, but I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of seeing me squirm — even if he had figured out a way to have me fired.
    “Yeah…” I replied, but couldn’t think of anything else to say.
    We sat for a while in uncomfortable silence. I willed myself to remain calm and still, with an inscrutable (I hoped) expression on my face.
    “I’ve been thinking about our conversation yesterday,” he began after an awkward few moments.
    “About what, exactly?” I asked, hoping that he didn’t think I could cut it as a doctor in his hospital.
    “What you said, specifically, about me not having gone to medical school — not having a medical degree.”
    “Oh,” I replied, recalling how — angry and more than a little buzzed the night before — I’d let my mouth ramble. What could I say to him now?
    “You see,” Donahue continued, the smile still on his face, “operating table fatalities are a sort of… interest of mine, you could say. This hospital doesn’t see many of them, but I like to look over each one personally.”
    “Aren’t there people hired specifically to do that?” I asked, knowing I should keep my mouth shut but finding myself unable to do so. “People with medical degrees?”
    “Well… yes. But I like to do it as well — just for my own peace of mind. However, you are right, I’m not a doctor.” He smiled even bigger than before as he continued. “That’s why you’re going to help me.”
    “What?” I sat forward, not even sure what he meant.
    Donahue rose from his chair and picked up a box from the floor by his desk, placing it right in front of me.
    “This is every operating table fatality in the last few years. I’ve already gone over them, of course. But I thought, since I didn’t have a medical degree, you could see if you noticed