The Billionaire Affair (In Too Deep)

Alcohol and arousal were buzzing in my veins. An intoxicating mix that made me want to go up to the rooftop and shout something from it. I didn’t know what, just something. Perhaps something about Jeremiah. The way I was feeling was like I was in that romantic comedy I told Tiana my life wasn’t just days ago.

Fucking Jeremiah. The guy really messed with my head. And my body. I had to do something to relax. I was exhausted before we left the office, but I would never be able to sleep in this state.

Tiana wasn’t home yet, but that wasn’t a surprise. Weekends were the restaurant’s busiest time, and she almost always had to work. I flipped on the lights in our apartment, still not completely at ease after the tingling feeling from downstairs and collapsed on the couch.

After reaching for the remote, I decided watching television wasn’t going to work. I needed to wind down. The best way I knew to do that, my favorite way, was to take a hot bubble bath.

Tiana and I were usually careful about the hot water since we both generally needed to get through showering one after the other. Without her here and knowing she wasn’t going to be home until early morning hours, I didn’t have anything to worry about.

I ran the bath until it was almost spilling over, leaving just enough space for myself and fetched my most comfortable pajamas from my room. This was exactly what I needed.

Lighting the round purple candles I bought at the going-out-of-business sale of an aromatherapy shop, I breathed in the smell of lavender and stripped off my clothes. Our bathroom was tiny, already completely steamed up.

I shut off the light in the bathroom but left the rest on to quell my nerves and paranoia. Once I was resting with my hair floating around me in the hot water, I leaned my head back and allowed my thoughts to drift back to Jeremiah Williams. I’d been wrong about him at first.

Half and half. There was a lot more to him than I initially thought.

There was the suave sex-on-a-stick guy I danced with at that club back on my birthday. That man drove me out of my mind with lust in thirty seconds flat in his arms. He moved like a champion dancer—like he was in touch with every single muscle in his body at all times and would fuck using each one to his advantage.

Then there was the guy I met after my first interview with Nick. The quintessential rich bastard who acted like he ruled the world and everybody in it. He was rude, arrogant and left a bitter taste in my mouth.

I thought that was who he really was until he’d allowed me to see another side of him. A more human side. I would’ve thought of it as his softer side if I thought there was a side of him that was actually soft, but if there was, I hadn’t seen it yet.

This more human side though, it captivated me. When he was being that guy… Wow. Girls hang on to your panties.

Boss. Hunk. Total dreamboat. He had every quality I could want in a man, minus the tendency to turn into a total asshole sometimes.