The Unexpected Crush, Book Two (An Alpha Billionaire In Love BBW Romance) by Alexa Wilder

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    T he waiting room of the doctor’s office was large and airy, with eastern facing windows that let in the bright early morning sunlight. I still found the room oppressive as I huddled in a corner, last month’s Cosmo open in my lap. There was no way I could concentrate on any reading at all. I was too busy biting my nails and berating myself for what I had done a few nights before.
    The last month had been one of the hardest I’d ever experienced in my entire life. Making it through medical school at the top of my class was a piece of cake compared to everything I’d had to deal with over the course of the last four weeks. I’d moved across the country to start an internship at St. Luke’s, a prestigious privately owned hospital on the coast of Oregon. I’d said goodbye to everyone and everything I knew and loved and had yet to establish any strong ties in my new state of residence.
    During my first month on the job, I’d witnessed a fatality on the operating room table. The death had been upsetting but what followed made it so much worse. I’d then been forced to present the circumstances of that fatality at the hospital’s monthly Morbidity and Mortality conference. At the conference, I’d been interrogated by the CEO of the hospital — a young, cocky man by the name of Chase Donahue.
    Later that same evening, Donahue had overheard me badmouthing him to my friend Carrie and had decided to punish me by giving me extra work. He had tasked me with examining previous cases of patient fatalities and/or possible patient mistreatment that had occurred at St. Luke’s over the previous few years.
    As if that hadn’t made things stressful enough, I was also fighting a losing battle with my most basic desires when it came to Donahue, whose intense grey eyes and self-assured smile wouldn’t leave my thoughts. Anger and lust slowly built inside me over the course of the next few weeks, as I had had to work closely with the man.
    I couldn’t explain my attraction to him, and it was clearly at attraction, not just lust. It had to do with his confidence, I guessed. And his ability — intended or not — to instill some of that confidence in me. Unlike many people in my life up till now, he seemed supportive of my goals of being the best doctor I could be. His attitude almost soothed me. But part of me also believed that he was just an asshole.
    All that aside, a few days ago, things had finally come to a head, and I made the biggest mistake of my entire life.
    I’d gotten slightly buzzed and gone to Donahue’s office late in the evening, having decided to tell the cocksure jackass off. Instead, I’d ended up having wild, passionate sex with him on top of the desk in his office. Even worse, we had done it without a condom. The memory of those actions was very nearly enough to bring me to tears as I waited to see a doctor.
    “Kaia Davenport,” called a nurse, breaking me out of my thoughts. As if in a haze, I followed the nurse back towards the examination room.
    “Is this your first time seeing Dr. James?” she asked with a smile as she checked my weight and my blood pressure.
    “Yes,” I replied. “I’m new in town. I’ve only been here for a just over a month.”
    “Welcome,” she chirped with a smile, making notes on her clipboard. “What brings you to town?”
    “I’m an intern here at St. Luke’s,” I replied, though I was a bit ashamed to divulge that fact when I was about to admit to having unprotected sex. I was supposed to be somebody who knew better.
    “And what brings you in today?” she asked, as if reading my mind. “It says in your chart that you’ve already had a check-up this year.”
    “Yeah…” I started. I looked down at my nails, holding back tears as I continued. “I had unprotected sex the other night.”
    “Oh,” replied the nurse, though she didn’t let her smile falter. “Then it’s a good thing you’re here. Is this your first time having unprotected