Her Russian Billionaire (A BWWM Russian Oligarch Interracial Romance)
“you have three days off in a row this week, right?”
    “Yeah,” I replied. “Almost unheard of for an intern.”
    “I was thinking that we could take a little trip.”
    “A trip?”
    “Yeah,” he responded. “I haven’t taken any time off lately myself.”
    “I don’t doubt that,” I replied, knowing how much of a workaholic he was.
    “Well, I was thinking now would be the perfect time. Maybe we could spend a few days down in the Keys.”
    “That’s a pretty long drive,” I said. “Isn’t it like three or four hours from here?”
    “Oh,” Lex replied with a smile, “we wouldn’t be driving. I have a jet.”
    I was silent for a moment, taking that information in. I guess I really wasn’t all that surprised.
    “Of course you do,” I replied after a moment.
    “Is that a ‘yes’?” he asked, grinning from ear to ear.
    “Yes! But you know, we still won’t know for sure if I’m pregnant or not.”
    “Oh, I know. But we deserve a little break, it’s been too stressful lately, don’t you think? I would kiss you right now,” he stated, heat burning behind his eyes, “if I didn’t have the doors to my office open, allowing everyone to see in.”
    “You’ll just have to remember to do it later,” I said, a small grin on my face.
    “Oh, I will,” he said. “But that does remind me… ”
    Lex paused, biting his lip as if he was nervous. Except Lex Makarov didn’t get nervous—ever.
    “What?” I asked, beginning to grow concerned as well.
    “You probably know rumors spread throughout the hospital like wildfire. And Miami gossip pages will go berserk when we become an official item. I just want you to be prepared, that’s all.”
    “Oh,” I replied.
    I still remembered how I felt when the rumors first started spreading about us, but at the time they had been merely rumors. Now our relationship was real. But it was also very new. Was I ready to allow everyone in the hospital to know about my private life? It would only encourage the rumors that were already circulating about us. Some people had even suggested that I’d slept my way into my internship, even though I’d been hired by a committee of doctors that didn’t include Lex at all. Would other speculations follow suit if our relationship went public?
    “We can talk about that later,” I said after a moment. “But for now, I need to get going. I have a shift starting in a few minutes and I need to change.”
    “Of course,” Lex replied, though he was looking at me closely. It was eerie how well Lex knew me already, how easily he could see my hesitation. “I’ll see you later.”
    “Bye,” I said with a reassuring smile as I turned and walked towards the door.
    Don’t freak out about this , I told myself as I made my way downstairs 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.

Chapter 18
    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 Lex in the Keys. 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 Key West. I’d never visited, so I allowed Lex 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 tiny airport, which took us to a small but lavish hotel. The room was huge, 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 yachts in the harbor as I peered out the window.
    “The view will be amazing tomorrow,” Lex whispered in my year as he came up behind me and wrapped his

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