The Billionaire Affair (In Too Deep)

“True.” We were both quiet for a minute. “Maybe he wants to confront his father for being a jerk without you seeing it?”

“I thought about that, but I’m going to have to see Jance sooner or later.”

“Later is always good with men like that.” I agreed wholeheartedly. “Other than that, I have no clue what might be happening.”

“Me either.” Nearly twenty minutes had passed now since we arrived. I looked over at the elevator car again, but the panel of lights above it showed it was stationary in the lobby.

Tiana tried to distract me by telling me about the book she was reading and how two of her co-workers had been caught “fraternizing,” in her words, in the pantry at the restaurant where she worked.

Laughing, I commiserated with her about how disgusting it was that they hooked up around the food. She consoled me, and herself, by saying they swore up and down the only thing they touched was the floor. It was enough to keep me from stressing about what might be happening upstairs, but not enough to keep my mind off it completely.

We chatted for a few more minutes before hanging up. I watched the elevators, but none of them seemed to be headed all the way down here.

Again, I thought about just going upstairs, Jeremiah’s request that I wait be damned. I was now officially late and getting antsy. I decided against it only because he asked me to stay and I had agreed. I had to trust him.

He wasn’t only my boss now, but my boyfriend too. It was weird to think about him like that, but not in a bad way. I liked how it made me feel. I liked the way he made me feel. All I had to do was trust that whatever he was up to, I was going to like that too.