One Weekend with the Billionaire novel Chapter 67

I arrive home a little before 6:00. The temptation to stay and work late was overwhelming because I hadn’t gotten much done during the work day, but there was no way I could force myself to sit in that office when I knew that the most beautiful woman in the world was at my home.

I get out of the car and rush up the stairs, leaving my briefcase behind, knowing it will be brought in for me. I need to see Julia. I need to hold her in my arms and know that she is real, that she’s still here, that she is by my side.

The moment I come in the door, I catch her scent before I even turn my head and find her, crossing the foyer, looking as lovely as always, her heels tapping on the marble. She has a warm smile on her face, and her arms are spread for a welcoming embrace.

I launch myself across the distance between us and wrap her up. She smells like vanilla and flowers, and the moment her arms are around me, she feels like home. I hold her tight, and she winds her arms around my neck. My lips long to find hers, but not until I’ve had my fill of just holding her pressed against me. Whenever I can manage to loosen my grip enough for her to tip her face up to mind, I lower my head and find her mouth. She tastes like strawberries, like a fresh mountain stream, and I am invigorated and restored.

I could kiss her forever. My tongue explores hers, pressing deeper inside of her mouth. Julia makes a small moaning sound against my mouth, and I realize if I don’t find a way to let her go, we’ll never make it to dinner. Somehow, I untangle myself from her, but I can’t let her go completely. I take her hand in mine and hold it to my chest. "How was your day?" I ask her.

She smiles at me, and I know she is holding back. "Great," she says. "I painted some, spent a few hours in the pool." She nods, as if she is trying to convince herself that because that was all that was required of her today, it’s been a good day. "How was yours?"

I clear my throat, not wanting to think about how my day has been. I don’t want to trouble Julia with everything that’s going on with Jeff and the lawyers. I will have to play it off. "Busy," I tell her, but I find a smile. Inhaling, I say, "It smells like dinner is done."

"Oh, yes. They’ve been working on it for hours," Julia says with a giggle. She presses her free hand against her flat stomach. "It’s had my belly rumbling, it smells so good."

"Well then, let’s eat," I suggest. With her hand still in mine, we go to the dining room.

It does smell delicious. I take in the ham and vegetables that are set before me. We dig in and eat in near silence for several minutes before Julia starts asking more questions. "What did you work on today?" she asks me. There’s something behind the question; it’s as if she knows something that she’s not telling me. Is it possible she’s actually spoken to her husband today?