The Unexpected Crush, Book One (An Alpha Billionaire In Love BBW Romance)

by Wilder, Alexa

  “You really must have impressed yesterday,” she said.

  “What do you mean?” I somehow doubted what she said was true.

  “Do you know who Chase Donahue is?” she asked. A wave of gratitude washed over me at the fact that Dr. Barns hadn’t witnessed my humiliating interrogation at the M&M conference the day before.

  “Yeah. He’s on the board or something, right?” I asked, trying to play dumb. “He was at the conference yesterday.”

  “Well, you must have made an impression, because he’s asked to meet with you.”

  “What?” My stomach sank. Despite what Carrie had said to reassure me the day before, images of Donahue firing me flashed through my head. I felt queasy.

  “He wants to see you. He called down personally to talk to me about it.”

  “Do you know what he wants?” I tried not to sound as nervous as I felt.

  “I’m sure he’ll go over that with you,” she said with a reassuring smile. “But you should go now.”

  “In the middle of my shift?” I really was going to be fired. I was sure of it.

  “It’s slow right now. The meeting probably won’t take very long.” Dr. Barns put a reassuring hand on my shoulder, obviously picking up on my anxiety. “And don’t worry. It won’t be that bad. I know Chase personally. His bark is worse than his bite.”

  “Okay,” I replied, trying to feign confidence I didn’t feel.

  “He’s on the top floor, room 1258. Hurry up and go while it’s slow down here. I have a feeling it’s going to be busy later — it’s Friday, after all.”

  I left Dr. Barns in a daze and wondered towards the elevators. Except for my initial tour of the hospital, I hadn’t been to the top floor. I was aware that it was mostly office space. The elevator seemed to creep along, and with every floor I passed, I became more and more nervous.

  The threat of losing my internship wasn’t the only reason I 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 anything out of the ordinary — anything we could improve upon to prevent a recurrence.”

  “I don’t think I would be able to take time off from the ER,” I replied, trying to find a way out of working with him any more than I’d had to already.

  “Of course not,” he agreed. “I’ve already assured June Barns that this would be done in your own time, outside of your regular shifts.”

  “Outside of my twelve-hour shifts?” I tried not to sound as angry as I was. When would I be expected to sleep, I wonder?

  “Yes, of course. Surely you could look over a few files each week. We could meet once a week to go over your findings. Dr. Barns has already been informed. She explained that you would be more than capable and would jump at the chance to learn a new experience.”

  “But why me? I’m just a lowly intern in the Emergency Department, not even a surgery resident.” I was grabbing at straws now, and I hated that I probably came off as lacking confidence. I was sure of my achievements, my background, but the shy anxious Kaia still came through now and again. It was probably the uncertainty of the whole dynamic between me and the CEO of the hospital that brought these negative thoughts out.

  “I chose you because I was impressed with how you held your own during the M&M conference. You were accosted by all these experienced attendings, even before I began questioning you. And you just stood there, so poised and elegant,” he cleared his voice and looked away, as if regretting saying something he shouldn’t have.

  His confidence in me was almost soothing. Not very many people felt that way about me, even after all of my achievements — getting into med school on the first try, graduating at the top of my class, landing a very coveted internship position. Even my parents still downplayed my success, always hinting that I could stand to lose a few pounds (“since you have so much determination, Kaia”). They were both in their fifties and very slim and toned, thanks to their twice weekly tennis sessions. Having such critically inclined parents was probably what drove me to succeed in life in the first place, and despite not being too close with them, I was glad their attitude helped propel me to where I was today.

  I didn’t know what to say to Donahue. He’d already cleared the project w
ith Dr. Barns. There was no way I would be getting out of it, so eventually I just nodded my head in defeat.

  “Okay,” I said.

  “Great!” he replied, opening the box and handing me a stack of files. “Here, start with five for now. We can meet near the end of next week to go over them.”

  I took the files and tried my best to return his smile as I got up to return to the ER.

  “I can’t believe you gave me so much hell just now. I have to admit, people usually go out of their way to give me what I want. And I can’t believe I’m about to say this, but I respect that, Dr. Davenport. See you next week,” he said as I left, and I could have sworn there was glee in his voice.

  I seethed through the rest of my shift and all the way home. I dropped the files on my coffee table and glared at them over a bowl of ice cream — my routine dinner as of late.

  He’s trying to punish me, I was sure of it. He’s trying to make me pay for pointing out his lack of expertise. That, or he is trying to make me quit, since he can’t have me fired. Either way, he is trying to make my life miserable.

  But there was another voice inside my head, one I was trying my best to ignore. This voice was a little too excited to be working closely with Donahue. This was the same voice that kept reminding me of pale grey eyes and a cocksure smile, or hard muscles beneath an expensive suit. This voice called up urges in me that I didn’t want to feel, and I tried my best to silence it, or at least ignore it. Unfortunately, this wasn’t as easy as I hoped it would be.

  Grumbling angrily, trying to ignore my own traitorous imagination, I eventually leaned forward and picked up the first file. I would not let Donahue win!

  6

  The next week passed in a flurry. The Emergency Room was surprisingly busy with the usual summer calamities — surfing mishaps, lawnmower accidents, and the like. My free time was taken up with a careful examination of each case file Donahue had handed me.

  In my gut, I was sure that this task was some type of punishment, a way to get back at me for my snide comments at the bar. My deepest fear was that this was Donahue’s way to manipulate me into leaving my internship. I however, couldn’t help but see it as a test, of sorts — a test of my endurance, my drive, and an overall test of my ability to analyze medical procedures.

  Though Donahue hadn’t asked for it, I wrote up a short report on each case, which included a brief summary of what happened, reasons why the fatality may have occurred, and suggestions on how a similar occurrence might be avoided in the future. I forced myself to do this for even the most clear-cut cases. I read and reread each report multiple times, until I was absolutely confident in my work.

  I also made sure to complete this task earlier in the week. I knew I would risk giving Donahue the impression that I could be given more cases next week, but I needed to prove to him that I couldn’t be intimidated.

  Wednesday morning, before my shift, I made my way up to the twelfth floor and left the files, along with my reports, with Donahue’s secretary.

  “You sure you don’t want to deliver them in person?” she asked. “He just got in and doesn’t have another appointment at the moment.”

  “I’m sure,” I said in a voice that was probably a little too convincing, but she just smiled at me knowingly and nodded.

  I questioned that decision later on that morning, however, when Dr. Barns cornered me in the break room.

  “I just got off the phone with Chase Donahue,” she said with a smile. “He seemed really happy with the work you’d done for him. He said to send you up to his office at the end of your shift to discuss your findings and receive more cases.”

  I tried to smile as I nodded but I could tell that it wasn’t convincing.

  “I don’t know what you did,” Dr. Barns continued. “But I’ve known Chase for a while now and he isn’t easily impressed. Good job.”

  She actually winked at me as she ushered me out the door. I wasn’t sure what she was implying, but I knew I didn’t like it. The traitorous part of me that I’d been trying to ignore all week experienced a little thrill at the idea of impressing Donahue. I purposefully went on ignoring it.

  “What is she talking about?” came a sneering voice from behind me and I gritted my teeth. I turned to see Kyle and Julia, watching me with inquisitive expressions.

  “Nothing,” I replied, trying to walk away. The last thing I needed was for them to start spreading more gossip about me.

  “Doesn’t seem like nothing,” Julia replied.

  “What does it have to do with the CEO of the hospital?” Kyle asked.

  “How do you know who Donahue is?” I questioned. “I didn’t even know that until last week.”

  “I make it my job to know these things,” Kyle replied with a proud smile. God I hated that jackass.

  “I met him at the M&M conference,” I replied, sparing the details. “He asked me to look over a few older cases for him.”

  I could see both Julia and Kyle’s faces go green with envy. But then Julia smiled malevolently.

  “Well, I hear you’re doing a great job,” she said with a lascivious wink, before turning and walking out the door. I didn’t like what she was implying, but I seemed helpless to stop the spread of gossip at this point, so I turned and headed back out to do my job.

  Like I’d assumed, Donahue handed me an even thicker stack of files later that evening.

  “I’m sure it won’t be a problem,” he said with that characteristic little smirk on his lips. God I wanted to smack the grin right off his face. That, or kiss it off.

  No! Damn it. The guy is an asshole. I’m done with assholes!

  But I still couldn’t help the small flame of desire that leapt in my belly every time I thought about him — about his pale grey eyes and that ever-present smile.

  By the second of our weekly meetings, it became apparent that I wasn’t the only one attracted.

  I had already changed out of my scrubs for the day, as I’d gotten pretty gross during the shift. My skirt and t-shirt weren’t overly revealing, but I couldn’t deny that they clung to my body in all the right places, revealing the natural voluptuousness of my chest. More than once I caught Donahue looking at my breasts as we discussed ways to improve patient care. At one point, I saw him lick his lips as he stared at my mouth. I had to cross my legs and squeeze my thighs together to try and stem the desire burning between them.

  “We could continue discussing this over drinks,” he suggested, trying to focus his gaze on my eyes, instead of my body. And failing miserably.

  “I don’t know if that’s appropriate,” I replied. “Plus, I have a shift tomorrow and a fresh stack of files to sort through for next week.”

  Donahue looked slightly disappointed for a second, but that expression was soon replaced with the same cocky grin.

  “Very well, Dr. Davenport. Until next week.”

  “Until next week,” I replied as I stood. To my surprise, he placed a gentle hand on my lower back as he walked me to the door of his office. I couldn’t tell if I was imagining it, or if his hand was sliding lower on my back with each step, until his thumb was brushing against the top edge of my skirt.

  Despite my reservations, I could feel myself growing wet. I hurried away quickly, without any more of a goodbye. But the trail of heat down my back lingered on, even after I was home alone.

  “He’s a scheming asshole,” I said out loud. “Just like Scott.”

  The last thing I needed was another man to use and abuse me. I would not be manipulated again — no matter how much my body was craving his…manipulations.

  7

  A few days later, Dr. Barns called me into her office again.

  “Listen, Kaia,” she began. “I wanted to talk to you in a slightly… less official capacity.”

  “Okay…” I replied, completely confused. Was I in trouble for something? “What is this about, Dr. Barns? Did I do something wrong with that research project for Mr. Donahue”

  “No,” she as
sured with a smile. “Not at all! I just wanted to give you a piece of advice.” She paused. “There is nothing wrong with you dating Chase Donahue.”

  “What?” I sat up in my chair, shocked.

  “Even though he’s the CEO, he is not your boss in any direct way and he has no power over your job, so there is no conflict of interests. However, I would like to warn you that the gossip across the department — and maybe the entire hospital — will be incessant. Just prepare yourself.”

  “I don’t understand,” I replied, still in shock. “I’m not seeing Donahue. Not romantically. And I have absolutely no desire to. I’m helping him out by going over the old cases, like he asked me. But that’s it. Strictly professional.”

  I could feel myself beginning to hyperventilate. Why did Dr. Barns think that Donahue and I were seeing each other outside of work? Was my desire that transparent?

  “Calm down, Kaia,” she said as she came around her desk to kneel by my chair. “I’m sorry I was mistaken. There’s just been a bit of hearsay going around lately. I know better than to believe rumors. I shouldn’t have said anything.”

  “No,” I replied, finally able to catch my breath. “I’m glad you did. I needed to know.”

  “If you think so,” Dr. Barns replied, though she didn’t look convinced.

  After promising her I was okay, I hurried out of her office and made my way towards the locker room to splash some water on my face. I passed Julia and Kyle in the hall, who simply raised their eyebrows at me questioningly, twin smirks on their faces.

  That was where the rumor came from, I realized. I bypassed the ER lockers and headed up to the surgeons’ lounge. If I were lucky, Carrie would have time for a quick drink after her shift that evening. Boy did I need it.

  “They are just so horrible,” I complained to her a little later, a martini in my hand as Carrie looked at me compassionately.

  “They’re just jealous. You’ve been here just over a month and you’re already getting singled out — in the best ways possible. You were asked to help in surgery. You presented at the M&M conference. Now you have a special project working with the CEO of the hospital.”