Page 8 of Falling for the Hot Billionaire

As much as I tried to go slow and take it easy, I’d obviously spooked Justine, and now she wasn't sure about me. I didn't know where to go from here. This wasn’t the smooth situation that I was used to. I wasn't used to having to work for a woman at all. I made enough money, I was an eligible bachelor, and I had my looks. I had never had to work this hard to get panties to drop in my life. Worse yet, that's not even what I was looking for. I was looking for something more, with connection and feeling. It was uncomfortable because this wasn't me. I didn't have needs like this, didn't want them.

When Justine rebuffed me when I offered to go out again, I took that personally. It was shocking almost because I had not seen it coming. How could I when it had never happened before? No one told me no. Hearing it just made me want her more.

I had connections in the hospital, and the first thing I did was make sure that Justine didn't have to work on Saturday night. I just made a couple of calls and that was that. I would ask her out again and she would have no excuse to give me. Once again, I was pushing it, but it was just as easy as it had been before. I shouldn't have to be underhanded to get her attention, but I certainly wasn't beneath it. I wasn't beneath anything that got me what I was looking for. The end did justify the means in my opinion, always had. That was how I was able to build what I had built. I couldn't look at the tens of thousands of jobs that I was destroying when I broke down a company, I had to think about all the revenue that I was making my stockholders and my other employees. I had to worry about my own before I could worry about others.

When Saturday rolled around, Justine was home at about five. She had gone out somewhere for most of the day and I knew it wasn't work. I waited till she was there for a few minutes, so I didn't seem like I was waiting for her, but I was. I had bought this house so that I could be close to her. I had thought that it would be a lot simpler to sweet talk her into being with me, but that hadn’t happened. She was different and everything seemed so brand new.

I went over there finally, more nervous than I should have been and actually trembling a bit before I knocked on the door. Justine was surprised to see me but asked how I was.

I waited for a moment for her to invite me in. Then when she did, I started to feel a little better. I didn't know what was going on between the two of us. She was hesitating and wanted to stop it. I had to show her that there was nothing to worry about.

Justine said she was about to shower, and I couldn't help my eyes on her body. She was in a robe, her hair was down, and she was ready to get in the shower. Justine’s body was curved and compact. I spotted a few freckles on her pale shoulder, drawing me in.

“So, what’s up, Tyrell? You didn’t come over here to gawk at me in my robe now, did you?”

I chuckled like it was hilarious. “I noticed you were home, and I was wondering if you wanted to go out. There is no sense in us having dinner alone when we are right next door to each other.”

Justine hesitated, again. “Yeah, sorry. I thought that I had to work, but I guess there was a change on the schedule. I was hoping for the overtime, but I guess it's nice to have a Saturday night off. What did you have in mind?”

Crap, I didn’t think about that she might actually want to work extra. Again, I was just doing whatever I wanted. Why wasn’t I feeling guiltier? I deserved to.

“Dancing, dinner, a couple of drinks and not in that order.” I was thinking mainly about the dancing part, her close to me, touching bodies. That’s why I blurted that part out first. I was hungry for Justine, not wine and food.

She said that she had to shower and get ready. I told her to take all the time she needed, that I would be next door when she was ready to go. I’d gotten her to agree, so I would wait however long it took.

I wanted to suggest a movie at my place, but I feared the intimacy of it might make her nervous. Justine acted so innocent. There was no way she could be. It was all in my head, just because she hadn't given me what I wanted immediately. That's what it was. There was no way someone at her age, that looked like her, could be as innocent as she came across sometimes.

I left before I could say or do something that would make her change her mind. I felt like I was walking away at the worst time, but I knew that I had to. I didn’t know why, but I felt so off with Justine and if that was the case, why did I want to feel that way repeatedly? It was strange, wanting to feel so uncomfortable, but that's exactly what it was.

Was she just a challenge, or something more? Only time would tell.

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Justine was dresseddown and I have to say that she was looking mighty sexy. She wasn't wearing red like she had before. She was now wearing a sundress that was colorful and just as enticing. I tried not to be so visual with my lust. That had bothered her before, so I couldn’t show her how I really felt. Was Justine just one of those women that played hard to get? Was she just messing with me, tying me up in knots for her own amusement and whims? If that was true, she was quite good at it. I wasn’t sure if I was coming or going.

We went to a place that I had been to a couple of times before and it had always been a good time. I was hoping that it would do the same thing this time, but I did resent the fact that I needed luck at all. What was it about Justine that made everything so difficult?

“I need to ask you something, Tyrell,” Justine started in a quiet voice.

We were pulling up to the club, and I got a bad feeling that I wasn't going to like the question. I could not respond that way though. I had to act like everything was copacetic, even though I was really nervous.

“What do you need to ask me?” I queried with a bland tone.

She hesitated for a moment and then shrugged. “It's nothing, Tyrell. Never mind. I don't know what I'm thinking.”

I waited for her to come out with it, but it became quite clear that she wasn't going to. Whatever it was she had to say, it was going to stay quiet. I got nervous for a moment, maybe that she was going to question the coincidences that brought us back together. Did she wonder why I lived next door to her? It was not the easiest to explain.

I thought eventually I would, of course, explain it to her when we were together for a while, and it all worked out. It was too soon to show my hand. It was too soon for her to understand why I had gone through the lengths that I had gone to. When she saw it for what it was and for what I saw it for, I was utterly convinced that she would not be upset with me. I had to think that anyway, hope that was the case.

We went into the bar and Justine ordered some wine. It was not as strong as I would have liked. I would be the first to admit that I was trying to take away some of her sharpness. I had all these ideas of how this was supposed to go, but I was still struggling with the follow through. The next best thing was to get her to dance. My faith in almost everything was up for question, but I did not question my capabilities with my body. If I could just get my hands on her, everything would turn out the way that it was supposed to. Call it cocky, whatever you want, it was the truth.

She didn't hesitate to dance with me, and I was glad for that because I was dying to get my hands on her. She finished her wine before I asked and then the two of us made our way to the dance floor. It was nothing fancy, certainly not what I would have liked it to be, but it was hard to be mad at a place that let me put my arms around her. Justine had the prettiest look on her face. It was all so innocent to start, but that didn’t last very long. I couldn't wait any longer and I jerked her hard against my chest.

There was not anything I could do to deny it any longer. Every time I was with her, I questioned myself and everything else. I was ready for something different. Justine was so close to my body and there was no reluctance or hesitation on her part for once.

She molded perfectly against me, like we had been doing it for centuries, and the familiarity of her in my arms took my breath away. I was trying to convince her that my arms were where she belonged, using my expertise to do just that, but I was hurting me more than convincing her. I was the one that was practically starving for attention, when she just twirled around effortlessly.

I’d never felt this way before, so off. It was confusing, exciting, while at the same time, disturbing. I figured that Justine was feeling the same way I was, how could she not? I thought that her smile was faltering, and I let certain parts of us touch.

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