One Weekend with the Billionaire novel Chapter 18

I could have left work at 4:00. All of my meetings were over with, and I was done for the weekend. But Cindy called me around 3:30 and told me it would be best if I met Julia at the restaurant I’d planned to take her to at 7:00. The shopping had gone well, and Cindy had arranged for a makeover for Julia. I didn’t think she needed that, but then, Cindy said it would be a nice treat for Julia, so I agreed to it. With getting her nails done and all of the other things that take so long for women to do, as well as eating a fancy lunch at the spa, it was taking longer than expected. So… I agreed to meet her at Solar and try not to be bitter that I have wasted a few of the precious hours I have with Julia.

I stay at work until a little after 6:00. By then, the office is quiet except for me and Springer, who is only still there because I am. I have asked him to trail Jeff Thompson all weekend and make sure that he is not attempting to interfere with anything I am doing with his wife while she is with me. I don’t think he would have the money to show up at the places I am planning to take her, if she wants to go, but you never know with someone like Thompson who is clearly unstable.

I have a suit in my office, something appropriate for a nice place like Solar, so I change, taking my time and making sure I look and smell my best. I go on lots of dates with beautiful women, but most of them are empty shells. None of them have the beauty and substance of Julia, and I want to impress her. I want her to be as attracted to me as I already am to her.

When I am satisfied that I look my best, wearing a dark black suit, a white shirt, and a silver tie, my dark hair styled perfectly, shaved, and with a fresh spritz of cologne I double check my black leather dress shoes are polished and then head out the door. My driver is ready to take me across town to the restaurant.

I arrive early but am immediately seated. I ask for a table in a secluded corner and am granted exactly what I’ve asked for. Soft, romantic music plays in the background. Candlelight flickers, and many couples are already enjoying their dinner, though it is early. Typically, I wouldn’t be eating so early myself, but I want to treat Julia to this nice meal and then get her back to my house.

I do not expect her to join me in my bedroom tonight. It is too much to hope for. She is a sophisticated, loyal woman, and even though I am sure she is frustrated and upset with her husband, I do not think she’ll be so quick to turn her back on him. I think it will take me some time to woo her. I pray I am wrong. I’ve been longing to touch her for so long, to taste her, to feel her writhing body beneath my own, it’s almost too much to bear to think of having her in my house but not being able to possess her.

Thoughts of what she will look like, naked and spread open for me, have me feeling a bit too warm. My manhood hardens, and I am glad the table provides coverage. I have to get myself together. Instead of thinking of Julia, I think of an account at work. By the time she arrives, I am under control again.

But then, I glance up and see her enter the room, and the rest of the world fades away. She is a vision of beauty in a gorgeous black cocktail gown, her hair pulled up, diamonds sparkling from her earlobes. She smiles at me, and I cannot help but smile back, my breath catching in my throat. Julia is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and I’m so fortunate to get the opportunity to spend the evening with her, even if this weekend will be over too soon, and she will belong to Thompson once more. For tonight, the most beautiful woman in the room belongs to me.