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

from him, but still the thought of what she was doing here with a married man was in the forefront of her mind. At least she wouldn't run into anyone she knew, she reassured herself.
                  She could sense that there was nothing innocent about this dinner. She resolved to politely excuse herself when the meal was through and head home before things could get carried away. Sure, it looked like his marriage was likely over, but as of now he was still married and because of that she was determined to keep her guard up. However, after looking at his profile as the elevator doors opened, she wondered how she was going to stay in control. He was strikingly handsome, charming, and perhaps most importantly: she felt comfortable around him. There was nothing threatening about the man, and just being around him made her feel safe.
                  John extended an arm so that she could exit first, a chivalrous move that she fully expected, and she smiled when he didn't disappoint. She found herself stepping into the top floor restaurant with walls made almost entirely of glass. The windows were so large and clean it felt as if she were standing out on a terrace, but the lack of wind, soft lighting, and comfortable temperature served as a reminder that she was in fact still inside the building.
                  “Where is everyone?” Jessie questioned after looking around and noticing that, apart from a lone waitress standing a few feet from them, she and John were seemingly the only patrons.
                  “I thought you might prefer a bit of privacy,” John answered with a grin, “so I booked the whole place.”
                  Jessie turned to him in disbelief. “You didn't have to go to all that trouble – not to mention the expense.”
                  “It was no trouble at all. Especially since I own this hotel,” he quipped.
                  Jessie opened her mouth to speak, but the waitress interrupted her thought by asking, “Could I show you to your table?”
                  John nodded, and they followed the waitress to a table at the far end of the restaurant that was situated next to one of the room's many gigantic windows. The décor was calming yet seductive with dark wood and deep red upholstery. The whole place oozed sophistication, making John Harwood look very much at home. After soaking in the view of the city lights, she relaxed into her seat and picked up the menu.
                  “Can we get champagne?” John asked the waitress, who nodded and promptly left the table to fetch his order.
                  “Are we celebrating?” Jessie inquired, her brow raised in curiosity.
                  “You could say that. Today I asked Kimberly for a divorce,” John said solemnly.
                  “I'm sorry. We're commiserating rather than celebrating,” Jessie said with genuine concern in her voice.
                  “No, it is a celebration. I've been under so much pressure this past year and a half. Trying to keep a marriage together that probably should never have happened.”
                  “But who can resist a supermodel, right?” Jessie raised an eyebrow.
                  “It wasn't like that, Jessie.” John was suddenly serious for a moment, looking almost hurt by the comment. “I'm not like that. Kimberly once had beauty from within. Sadly, money and power changed all that.”
                  “And it didn't change you?” Jessie asked cautiously.
                  “Yes, I'm a changed person. I admit it. But I worked hard to get to where I am now. But,” he leaned in towards her, “I never forget where I came from. And that's important.”
                  His face was tantalizingly close to hers. His lips were almost kissable, and if she just moved forward an inch she