Free The Billionaire's Mistaken Mistress - Part 2 (Contemporary BWWM Romance) by Mia Caldwell

Chapter One
                 
                  Jessie's main concern was what one wears when having dinner with a billionaire. A married billionaire, at that.
                  “Well,” she said, looking at the chosen dress in her bedroom mirror. “This is it.”
                  While nothing overly expensive, it was the finest dress she owned since Jessie had a feeling that John Harwood wouldn't be taking her anywhere cheap. She hoped it was good enough for whatever five-star restaurant he'd be taking her, and she touched-up her makeup while waiting for John's driver. At almost seven on the dot, her doorbell sounded and Jessie quickly draped a silk shawl over her bare shoulders. She had decided on a cocktail dress in deep red satin. It had a halter back, was figure-hugging, and hadn't been worn since she was eighteen. In four years, she'd had no reason to wear a dress. She could hardly recognize her reflection, and hurried to answer the door. She collected herself and opened it slowly, attempting not to appear too eager.
                  Seeing John Harwood outside her door, looking totally out of place in the shabby hallway, made her laugh aloud. She looked over his designer suit before meeting his eyes and smiling.
                  “Is there something wrong with my attire?” he asked as he looked himself up and down.
                  “No, you look great,” Jessie chuckled. “It's just weird seeing you here in this apartment on this side of town. Something I thought I'd never see. I thought you were sending a driver?”
                  “I intended to, but I couldn't wait to see you,” he said, smiling back at her.
                  Heading downstairs and making casual conversation along the way, they climbed into the back of John's chauffeur-driven Bentley. The air outside was cooling after a sunny day causing Jessie to shiver at the change of temperature, and she realized how accustom she'd grown to simply wearing her usual sweats and jeans. It had been far too long since she'd dressed up to go somewhere nice.
                  “Are you nervous?” John asked her. She hesitated before answering and then smiled.
                  “No. Not at all. I'm not the nervous type.”
                  “I could tell that.”
                  The streets, normally fast and noisy by day, were calm tonight. There seemed to be a lull over the city as if time itself had come to a standstill. Jessie relaxed back in her seat and watched the city lights pass by the window, curious as to where their final destination would be. A short while later, that question was answered when the car came to a halt outside a tall hotel. Jessie had passed it several times on the bus ride to her college, and she was always drawn to its architecture. It seemed to loom out from the block in an almost welcoming way, and it was strange that John had brought her here of all places. As if reading her mind, John chimed in to offer her some assurance.
                  “Don't worry, the restaurant is on the top floor,” John comforted. “It may seem out of place bringing you to a hotel on our first date, if I dare call it that, but believe me when I say the restaurant is top-notch and the food is delicious. I hope you're not afraid of heights.”
                  “I think I can handle it,” Jessie replied calmly.
                  “Good, because the views are phenomenal. That's another reason I wanted to bring you here. You've never seen the city until you've seen it from up there,” he explained.
                  They rode up in the elevator in silence, and Jessie noted that this was the third silent elevator ride she'd taken over the last week or so. She got the feeling that John wanted to take her hand yet was showing immeasurable restraint. A warmth exuded