Rise of the Billionaire (8 page)

The
smile of the older man, whom Jeremy guessed was in his late thirties, was easy and open. “Good, thank you. How was your trip?”

Jeremy thought over the last few days and said, “Successful. I accomplished what I set out to do. Did you get that science project done for your youngest?”

Tim chuckled. “I did. I think the teacher suspects that I helped her, though. Maybe I shouldn’t have soldered the pieces together.”

Jeremy laughed, “Hindsight is crystal clear, huh? Have your wife send her a gift card for coffee or something. She might let it slide.”

Shaking his head, Tim said, “You don’t know Mrs. Dubois. She runs a tight third-grade ship. I’ll be lucky if I get off with a warning.”

Remembering something, Jeremy reached into the interior breast pocket of
his suit
and pulled out an envelope. “I almost forgot. Someone gave me season tickets to the Boston Celtics. I’m not a big sports fan. You want them?”

“Are you serious? I mean
. . . I couldn’t accept them.”

“Consider it a tip for all the times you’ve given me advice on the fly.”

Jeremy opened the envelope and held out the tickets. “There are four here. You could take your whole family.” When Tim hesitated, Jeremy said, “Hey, if I keep them they’ll end up unused and forgotten. If you don’t want them, at least take them and find them a new home. It’s a shame to see them go to waste.”

Tim pocketed them reluctantly. “Thank you.”

Jeremy nodded and started walking toward the elevator, then decided to take the stairs. The more he worked out, the more alive he felt, and today he was riding high on his latest success—with the Tenin government, and with Alethea.

Life is good!

“Sounds great. Okay, I’m heading up. It’s early, so Jeisa is going to be grumpy, but I brought a peace offering.” He held up a bag of Brazilian brigadeiros from her favorite bakery.

He took the stairs two at a time up the four flights to Jeisa’s apartment.

After a few moments of increasingly louder knocking, she answered and half-leaned against the door she held open for him, dressed in pink shorts and a plain white T-shirt. It was obvious from her sleep-heavy eyes that he had woken her, and it was equally obvious from the nipples he could clearly see through the thin material of her shirt that she’d rolled straight out of bed to answer the door.

The image hit him like a sucker punch. He fought an impulse to bury a hand into that long, wild tangle of dark hair and haul her to him for a morning kiss.
Not now,
he mentally addressed his errant loins.
Not Jeisa.

Her
scent sent a pulsing rush of blood southward. He stood just in front of her, glad that his jacket was long enough to conceal the effects of his momentarily haywire libido.

What is wrong with me?

I didn’t feel like this when I was with Alethea.

She motioned for him to enter
, and although his feet didn’t move, a part of his lower region certainly did—with surprising enthusiasm.

Shit, I didn’t feel like this at all with Alethea.

Jeisa pushed a lock of hair behind one of her delicious ears and said, “Are you coming in or not?” Her voice sent unexpected shivers of pleasure down his spine.

You know you’re in a bad place when just the word
“coming” is enough to clear your head of all coherent thought.
He took a second look at how she was dressed. No woman should look that good straight out of bed.

Her eyes met his and she blushed slightly, but she didn’t look away.
Was it possible that whatever insanity had overcome him was something she felt too?

He leaned in until their lips almost touched and breathed in the scent of her.
His heart pounded in his chest. In an attempt to regain some control, he raised the bag he held in one hand and said, “I brought . . .”

She took the bag from him
, quickly turned, and re-entered the apartment. He followed, releasing a shaky breath.

Holy shit.

She led the way to the small kitchen and busied herself making coffee for both of them. Jeremy sat on a barstool at the counter, grateful for how it hid the evidence of his arousal.

“Was your trip successful?” she asked
without looking back at him.

He tried to answer
but got momentarily lost in the long expanse of tanned legs that her shorts revealed and the tight little ass they just barely covered. “I got the contract,” he said, his mouth suddenly dry.

“That’s great,” Jeisa said, still not turning from the coffee machine. “Did you see Alethea?”

His enthusiastic retelling of his trip died before it he uttered a word of it. Was it his imagination or was Jeisa upset? A myriad of emotions swirled within Jeremy. He strove to get things back to normal between them. “Yes, and she loved the jet. You were right about that.”

“I’m glad,” Jeisa said and turned, lean
ing back onto her hands, which gripped the edge of the counter on the opposite side of the small kitchen. The pose lifted her breasts and pressed them even more tightly against the material of her thin T-shirt.

Jeremy swallowed hard.

Seeing Alethea should have lessened his attraction to Jeisa. Instead, it had done the opposite, and he was struggling to understand what that meant.

“What did she think of the new you?” Jeisa asked.

The triumph he’d felt about finally gaining the interest of Alethea felt out of place with Jeisa. Still, he wasn’t about to lie to her. He tried to lighten the mood with a joke. “I rocked her world.”

Jeisa spilled the coffee as her hand jerked
. She swore in Portuguese as she mopped the hot liquid off her bare legs. When she looked up, her eyes were full of hurt that had nothing to do with the spill.

No, Jeisa doesn’t feel that way about me
. . . does she?

“Did you kiss her?” Jeisa asked as if the question were torn from her.

“No,” Jeremy said. He could have. She’d given him the opportunity when he’d dropped her off at her plane. His reluctance hadn’t made sense to him until just now. “That wasn’t part of the plan.”

Nor was this.

“But now the two of you will be working closely on this project, won’t you?” she asked.

“Yes,” he answered and hated that he felt guilty.
She knew this was what he’d been working toward. None of it was a surprise. The only unexpected part was how empty his success now felt.

“I’m happy for you,” she said, her voice thick with emotion. “You did it, Jeremy. You fought for what you wanted and you got it.”

Did I?

Jeisa continued, “I guess now is as good a time
as any to tell you that I won’t be going to Thanksgiving with you. In fact, I’ve already resigned my position, effective immediately.”

Whatever Jeisa had expected, it wasn’t for Jeremy to surge out of his seat and corner her against the counter. He said, “What are you talking about? You can’t quit.”

His nearness had an instant
effect on her ability to concentrate. She tried to slide away, but he blocked her retreat by placing a hand on the counter beside her. She licked her suddenly dry lips. “I already did. Marie understands my reasons.”

“Well
, I don’t,” he boomed with an emotion she hadn’t seen from him before, “and you work for me.”

Jeisa shook her head. “Technically I work for
—or rather I did work for—Corisi Enterprises.”

He ran a frustrated hand through his hair. “You can’t quit. I need you.”

Oh, how I wish that were true.

Just
as her heart started to soften a bit, opening ever so slightly to allow a ray of hope in, Jeremy said, “You said you would come with me to Thanksgiving next week. I can’t go to the Andrades’ alone.”

Of course, he needs me to choose his suits, prepare him with topics for light discussion. What next, pick up the condoms in case Alethea joins them?
No way. I’m done.
“I never agreed to go with you.”

His frown deepened. “Why are you doing this Jeisa? I don’t get it.”

Something in her snapped. She raised herself onto her tiptoes, yanked his head down and settled her lips on his, using a kiss to tell him what she couldn’t yet put into words.

Like a match to dry kindling, heat burst
from the kiss on both sides. His hands were instantly on her waist, pulling her against his bulging erection. His mouth welcomed her as if this were their hundredth kiss instead of their first. She rubbed herself boldly against him and was rewarded by feeling him shudder with pleasure against her.

Easily, he lifted her onto the counter behind her and she leaned back, making no effort to stop one of his hands
from sliding beneath the hem of her shirt and settling on her breast. Gently, almost reverently, teasing and exploring her excited tips. Standing between her open legs, he eased his other hand inside the loose material of her shorts, sliding it beneath her silk panties and claiming one side of her bottom, rubbing it deliciously and easing her forward on the counter until his hardness was straining against her moistness.

Her head fell back with the pleasure of it, and his lips began to worship her neck. His hot breath tickled her ear. He tasted her as if she were an
addiction he’d long fought to deny but had finally given in to.

With one hand, he lifted her shirt
; when his mouth claimed one of her breasts she was lost to the intensity of it. For just a moment, it didn’t matter that his heart belonged to another woman. Time and reason fell away, leaving only a raging need within both of them.

His phone rang
in the pocket of his jacket, jarring Jeisa back to reality.

What am I doing?

She placed a hand on Jeremy’s shoulder and pushed against it. He raised his head, those blue eyes burning with the same desire she still felt pulsing within her. Still, sanity was creeping in. “Stop, Jeremy. We can’t do this.”

His hands stilled, not yet withdrawing.
His ragged breathing was testament enough to how mutual the encounter had been. Yet, he stopped when she asked. Many men would have been resentful or angry. Jeremy was neither. He rested his forehead on her shoulder and took a calming breath. His hands returned to her waist, maintaining a contact but easing the intimacy of their embrace.

The ringing stopped as his phone likely went to
voice mail.

A question nagged at her. She had to ask. “Who called?”

His head straightened. “Who cares?”

She didn’t want to
, but she did. “I do.”

He stepped away from her and checked his phone. He didn’t have to say who had called. She knew. When he said nothing, Jeisa hopped off the counter, straightened her clothing
, and said, “You should go, Jeremy.”

Before I make
an even bigger fool of myself.

His face flushed and suddenly he looked a bit defensive. “I didn’t know until just now that you liked me. You never said anything.”

“Some men aren’t as oblivious as you are,” Jeisa said, knowing she was really angry at herself.

Jaw tight with anger, he said, “You should have said something.”

His words cut through her like a dull knife ripping her heart into frayed pieces. “Why? You’ve made your choice abundantly clear,” her voice broke a bit as she spoke.

Jeisa watched his face
as confusion replaced his anger. He raised a hand to touch her, but she moved away from him and toward the door. He followed her. At the door he said, “I never meant to hurt you. I care about you.”

Care about
—not love.

“Please go, Jeremy.” She opened the door for him.

He took a step through it, but stopped just in front of her. “I want to tell you that she means nothing to me, but I won’t lie to you.”

Marie’s theory on honesty doesn’t hold water when tested.

There is definitely a wrong time for the truth.

“
Good-bye, Jeremy.”

He didn’t move.
He opened and closed his mouth several times as if he’d started to say something and then decided against it. Finally he said, “Come to Thanksgiving with me.”

Jeisa shook her head. “I can’t.”

He added, “We need time to figure this out.”

“What am I supposed to do, spend a week with you and hope that at the end of it you choose me?”
Give you more of a chance to break my heart if you don’t?

Jeremy leaned down and claimed her lips with his
as if testing something. She swayed against him. There was no denying the instant heat that rocked them both. When he broke off the kiss, he whispered, “One week, starting Monday.”

Her stomach flipped as she asked, “
Why Monday?”

He
didn’t answer; instead he took a step back and said, “I’ll send a car for you. Have an overnight bag packed.”