Hot Date With The Boss (BBW Contemporary Billionaire Romance) by Ava May

them being together here on common ground, rather than the realities of their careers or her newfound understanding of his dominant nature.
    “Morning,” he whispered, startling her. He’d been so still that she hadn’t realized he’d awakened. She watched his eyes open with a little bit of wonder. How was it that this man was interested in her, at her weight, with the extra baggage to spare.
    “Morning,” she replied, feeling a little self-conscious. Plus, she had needs she had to attend to.
    “Bathroom is in here, just slide the mirrored wall aside.”
    Had he thought of everything? she wondered. She went to the bathroom and he joined her, taking a leisurely shower with her, wrapping her and himself in thick towels. He called to someone, and a few minutes later, breakfast, and some clothes were delivered. How had he gotten her sizes so perfect, she wondered.
    “What happens now?” Melissa asked between bites of an excellent blueberry muffin.
    “Now?”
    “With us, I mean. Do we go back to normal?”
    He blinked a few times and she could see him turning that over in his head. “This is the new normal. We’re dating.”
    How like him to declare it like that.
    “Okay,” she said, secretly pleased. “But we have to keep this out of the office.”
    “Necessary,” he told her and she nodded. Inter office politics were something she didn’t want to participate in, and she was sure the gossip network would go into overdrive about this. They’d have to be calm, collected, and cool at work, distant even.
    “Are you sure you want to date someone like me?” she asked. She wasn’t used to this. Gorgeous men didn’t just pursue her. It was the average or nerdy guys who did, and usually lost interest sometime after sex and the third date. But Glenn hadn’t even gotten a first date before they’d gone and had sex. That was...worrisome. How could she keep his interest.
    “Someone like you?” he asked, arching a brow. He sipped his coffee slowly, and she waited him out, trying to not squirm, trying to pretend she wasn’t completely in knots over it all.
    “Overweight,” she finally said, trying to remain casual. “Chunky, Zaftig, plus sized, whatever you want to call it. You know I’m so not in the normal range of BMI and nobody would call me slender.”
    “So?” he asked between sips of coffee. His expression was impossible to read.
    “What would a guy like you want with me. Movie star handsome,” she said, lifting one finger. “A successful doctor.” A second finger. “Owner in a very popular business that caters to a specific sort of person.” A third finger went up. “Rich.” Finger number four. Was she going to have enough fingers to finish this?
    “You forgot kind to animals and helping elderly women cross the street.” He paused, putting his cup down and taking the hand with all the upraised fingers into his. “I know what I want, and that is someone I’ve worked beside for years now, someone I saw grow from a girl just out of nursing school to a fantastic nurse, who also functions as a receptionist, bookkeeper, billing specialist, transcriptionist, and, in that last major storm we had, the one who made a Herculean effort to get the office open to call and reschedule all the appointments, even though that was supposed to be Cathy’s job.”
    “I know.” That wasn’t the point. She was aware she did a good job, but that was only a part of things.
    “Do you really think I’m so shallow as to consider just the skin or weight, Melissa?”
    “I…”
    She kind of did, to her everlasting embarrassment. “Melissa, you’re beautiful because of who you are. I happen to love your body and think you’re a beautiful woman, both inside and out. I hope you don’t have any problem with that?” he asked her, brushing her hair back, his fingertip lingering at her earlobe. “Whatever you’ve been through in your life, I think you deserve good things, and I’m a good thing. And I’m not