Room for Three: Big Girls and Billionaires, #3

By Zoey Thames

Does love have room for three?

When two hot, rich men walk into Valerie Kelly's B&B, she can't decide which should star in her latest sexual fantasy: Trevor with his dark, intense eyes and undeniable magnetism? Or Brad with his blond hair, blue eyes, and panty-melting smile? Neither of them, it turns out—because when she catches them kissing on the beach, it's clear they're gay. But watching them kiss is hotter than she'd imagined, and she just can't stop thinking about her two amazing guests.

Billionaires Trevor Dawson and Brad Barrett need a break from the glitz and glamour of Hollywood—and a simple, low-tech road trip is just the thing. But when a run-in with a deer leaves them stranded in a small town on the Oregon coast, they have no idea just how "hands on" their trip will get. They've been on the hunt for the perfect woman to complete their relationship for years, and the beautiful, curvaceous owner of the Oceanview Bed and Breakfast seems more than accommodating. She's sweet, kind, and genuine in a way that makes them both yearn for the simple, hometown life. Even if it means fixing broken water pipes and dealing with small town bigots who can't accept what they don't understand.

The sex is amazing, but to Valerie, it all seems like something out of…well, Hollywood. People just didn't fall in love by threes, especially not rich, handsome jet-setters, who'd die of boredom with a small-town girl. And there's no way she'd give up everything she'd worked so hard for to traipse off to California for a fling. To Trevor and Brad, the challenge is clear—convince this incredible woman that the Oceanview B&B—and their hearts—have room for three.

Reader note: contains m/m/f ménage romance, BBW and billionaires, and male/male love. A complete, stand-alone story with a happily ever after

• Language: English
• Publisher: Wolf Hill Publishing
• Release date: Aug 29, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201394752

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Title Page

Copyright Warning

Dedication

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

About the Author

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Room for Three

Big Girls and Billionaires Book Three

Zoey Thames

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Room for Three

Copyright © 2017 by Zoey Thames

ISBN: 978-1-947135-28-4

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First Etopia Press electronic publication: August 2017

~ Dedication ~

For Jessica, who showed us around the town.

CHAPTER ONE

Last night, I didn’t get a mint on my pillow when your people turned down my room. What kind of second-rate establishment is this?

Valerie Kelly took a deep breath and kept her smile brilliant. It was her best the customer is always right smile. Since she owned the Oceanview Bed & Breakfast, it was especially important for her to make sure her smile never slipped. She couldn’t afford a bad online review in the middle of the Oregon coast tourist season. I’m so sorry about that, Mr. Hoffman, but we don’t put mints on pillows—

"Keep your apology and your excuses. What kind of cheap flea trap doesn’t put mints on the pillows?" Mr. Hoffman demanded. The wind off the ocean had blown his thin gray hair into erratic wisps that stood up wildly around his bald spot. He had a droopy, unhappy face, and his jowls looked as if they were running slowly running down his cheeks like wax on a half-melted candle.

She was sure Mr. Hoffman was a great guy…to his grandkids. But to her, he had been particularly ornery and just downright difficult about every little thing, from the number of pillows on his bed to the quality of the sunlight coming through the windows in his room. But that was OK. Another day, another challenge for her to face and conquer. Life without challenges was simply boring. Valerie only wished those challenges would do her a favor and spread themselves out a bit.

Mr. Hoffman turned to his wife, a surprisingly jolly woman who was short and roundish and wore little librarian glasses on a chain around her neck. Madeleine, I thought you said this was a classy place?

Oh, pshaw! Herman, you know you get so grumpy when your blood sugar’s low. Mrs. Hoffman fished in a handbag that looked big enough to hold a cabana. Maybe even big enough to hold the cabana boy as well. Her hand reappeared with a chocolate bar. She peeled away the wrapper. Here you go, dear.

"At least someone has chocolate around here, Mr. Hoffman announced. A man could go into a diabetic coma and who would care?"

Sir, Valerie said, smiling harder than ever from behind the front desk. I’ll personally make sure you have a mint on your pillow tonight.

Mr. Hoffman eyed her suspiciously. Then he grunted and headed for the tall double front doors that were flooding the foyer with warm summer light.

Mrs. Hoffman reached out and touched Valerie’s hand. She gave a grandmotherly smile. "Bless your heart for listening to that man. He gets a smidge out of sorts when I make him take a vacation with me. A vacation from retirement, she said and put her hand on her chest and giggled. But he’ll be less of a bear tomorrow. I promise."

It’s no problem at all. This time Valerie’s smile was easy. She liked the older woman. Still, the part of Valerie that chafed at Mr. Hoffman’s constant criticisms wondered what the woman saw in her grumpy husband.

Then again, she supposed love was sometimes mysterious in its ways. She also guessed love would remain that way long after she left the earth.

The instant Mrs. Hoffman followed her husband outside and the door closed again, Valerie heaved a sigh of relief and wrote a note for Belinda to pick up some mints and make sure Mr. Hoffman’s room had two on the pillows. Meanwhile, Valerie had to get back to cleaning the kitchen after breakfast. Oceanview always served a full breakfast for the guests, and breakfast hour this morning had been the usual controlled chaos of hungry guests, keeping the food fresh and hot and the coffee filled. Valerie did all the cooking in the big industrial kitchen in the modern Victorian house. Meanwhile Delia, one of three employees at the Oceanview, prepped, served, and helped clean.

Valerie glanced at the clock. Belinda, the housekeeper, would be on her break in fifteen minutes. It was too bad she didn’t have another employee she could send on a store run, but Valerie was both running the front desk and helping Delia clean up from breakfast. Her bed and breakfast was open year round, but with the downturn in business during the winter, she could only afford to keep on Delia, Belinda, and Jimmy, who did part time maintenance work whenever she needed it. Whenever Delia and Belinda were off or on vacation, Valerie did their share of the work too. It was the curse of running her own business. But it was also something she wouldn’t change for the world.

Although come to think of it, she could use a vacation. Maybe see France or Venice. Oh, and while she was dreaming, a million bucks and a miracle cheesecake diet. This was the summer busy season for the Oregon coast. Even if she could afford to travel, which she couldn’t, she wouldn’t have a spare moment until—she eyed the calendar hanging on the wall—two years from now at the very least.

Depressing. And after being chewed out for the hundredth time by the seemingly impossible-to-please Mr. Hoffman, her spirits were really in the gutter. All work and no play made Jill a dull girl. No wonder she was single. Who could find time to date when you worked all week? Her mother, who had been thin as a fence post, had been famous for hinting how the lack of men in Valerie’s life was because she shopped in the plus-size section of the department stores. That stung, because first of all, her mother was saying it. And secondly, she might be a little big compared to the Hollywood ideal, and she might have a few more curves, but they were good curves. So maybe her upper arms were a little big and her bra size was larger, but some men liked a little more junk in the trunk, right? And guys were supposed to like bigger boobs, right? She frowned and sighed, feeling worse than ever. Her mother had grown waspish after Valerie’s father died of a heart attack, and she struggled not to hold it against her. When her mother had passed three years ago, Valerie knew it had been of a broken heart.

She needed to distract herself from these melancholy thoughts, and the best way to do that was to lose herself in work. There was always plenty of work to do. She turned to leave the house’s lobby—which was really just a sitting room with bay windows off the foyer—and head into the kitchen to help with the last of the breakfast dishes. Before she took a step, the front entrance doors swung inward and jangled the small brass bell hanging overhead. She turned to see if Mr. Hoffman had returned, perhaps this time to complain that the Northwestern ocean water was too cold, or the wind was too biting, or how the seaweed on the beach stank.

Instead, she found herself looking into the bright blue eyes of one of the most gorgeous men she’d ever seen. He was tall. He was blond, his medium length hair tousled by the ocean wind. He had blue eyes the color of a cloudless summer sky. Blond scruff covered his cheeks, giving him that careless, sexy air her body immediately responded to. When he smiled at her, the smile was so bright she felt as if she should locate some sunglasses. OK, that was an exaggeration, but still, the man was as drop-dead sexy as sin and a chocolate doughnut.

He wore an expensive suit, perfectly tailored to his broad-shouldered frame. His tie was a blue that matched his eyes. Shoes that could only be Italian leather. A Rolex that flashed in the sunlight streaming through the frosted glass.

But right behind him was yet another male demigod, come to earth. The second man stood just as tall, but with short, dark hair and chiseled features. He was casually dressed—jeans and an untucked dress shirt—and far more rumpled-looking than the first man. He was wearing sunglasses, but he pulled them off as he entered and met her gaze. His dark, intense eyes made her feel as if she was simultaneously the most interesting person in the room and under a spotlight on center stage.

Hi, the blond man said. He approached the front desk as she clutched the polished wood counter and tried not to fall over. My partner and I were driving the coast highway and wouldn’t you know it, our car broke down.

Exactly, the dark-haired man said with wry amusement. He watched her with those beautiful, soulful eyes that sent a thrill down to her wobbly knees. "If by ‘broke down’ one means ‘kissed a guardrail and jacked up