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

to the Emergency Department locker room to change. It’s not a big deal. No one is going to care.
    Somehow, though, I knew I was lying to myself.

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    I was able to put all of these new anxieties aside for a few days, however, as I had agreed to a mini-vacation with Chase in San Francisco. His private jet was located at a small airport only twenty minutes from his house, and from there, the flight was short and comfortable. Reclining in the plush seats of the lavish aircraft, we sipped champagne and discussed what we would do in California. I’d never visited, so I allowed Chase to make all of the plans, happy to just relax and enjoy the time away from the real world and all of my worries.
    There was a limousine waiting for us at the airport, which took us to a small but lavish hotel near the Fisherman’s Wharf. The room was large, with pale blue walls and sheer drapes. There was a king-sized bed in the middle of the room and floor-length windows overlooking the harbor. It was late by the time we checked in, so all I could see were tiny balls of light indicating ships in the harbor as I peered out the window.
    “The view will be amazing tomorrow,” Chase whispered in my year as he came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, gazing out onto the bay.
    “It’s amazing even now,” I replied. “In the dark.”
    We were both tired, having worked full shifts earlier that day, so we ended up passing out soon after we had settled in and ordered room service.
    “I promise to make it up to you in the morning,” Chase mumbled into my shoulder before quickly drifting off to sleep. I soon followed suit, lulled to sleep by the comforting warmth of his breath of against my neck.
    I woke up the following morning with the sun shining brightly through the windows and Chase’s warm body wrapped around mine. I smiled in satisfaction, realizing I didn’t need to be up for work. However, the siren call of San Francisco kept me from easily falling back to sleep. I shifted beneath Chase until he was grumbling awake, even less of a morning person on vacation than he was at home.
    After allowing Chase to make up for the previous night in the shower that morning — I liked to think that shower sex had become “our thing” — we relaxed over bagels and coffee at a small café across from our hotel. We then strolled around the Fisherman’s Wharf, watching dockworkers and boats in the bay. I’d been living near the Pacific Ocean for a few weeks now, but my internship at the hospital kept me from really having a chance to enjoy it. Here in San Francisco, it was easier to stop and smell the roses — or in this instance, the ocean.
    “The bay is beautiful,” I said as we watched the seagulls and pelicans. “But do you think we’ll have time to actually see the ocean? I’ve always wanted to visit the Golden Gate Bridge.”
    “Of course,” Chase assured me, “Well make that happen tonight!”
    Chase insisted on ducking into every little boutique that caught my eye and refused to let me pay for anything. I tried to argue, but he wouldn’t take no for an answer, purchasing anything I seemed to show even the slightest interest in.
    That evening, Chase made a reservation at a upscale restaurant in Ghirardelli Square, which had come highly recommended by the concierge at our hotel. We arrived early to explore the renovated old chocolate factory before dinner. A few minutes later, we were seated in a booth beside a window, with an unobstructed view of the bay.
    “Thank you so much for this,” I replied after we placed our order. “This trip has been so lovely.”
    “Very lovely,” Chase agreed, though his voice had a weird timber to it. I realized he was gazing at me, not the view of the bay. I couldn’t help but blush under his heated look.
    “Cheesy,” I replied, trying to break the tension. I had never been good at romance or mushy things. I was a girl of science, after all. But, despite everything, I couldn’t keep