Tempting my Billionaire

Lines That Blur

★Nathan★

I told myself I would stop thinking about her. But the more time I spent around Cassandra, the more she got into my head. It was unintentional on her part, I knew that much. She was professional, focused, and too busy running LuxeLine to care what went on in my head. Still, it was becoming a problem. Every time she spoke during a meeting, I found myself watching her mouth instead of listening to the words. Every time she smiled at someone else, I caught myself wondering if she would ever smile like that at me. It was a pattern, and I needed to break it. Another long week, and I needed a distraction. I felt like I had earned it. The project was ahead of schedule, the clients were happy, and my team had everything under control. For once, there was nothing left to think about, except the one thing I couldn’t stop thinking about. I left the office late and headed down to the underground parking lot. I rolled up my sleeves and loosened my tie as I crossed the lot toward my car. When my phone rang, I considered ignoring it. But when I saw it was Harley, I answered.

“Don’t tell me you are still at the office,” she said, and I sighed softly.

“Leaving now,” I said as I unlocked my car and slipped inside behind the wheel. “What are you up to?” I asked as I shut the door.

“I was just about to have a drink,” she said. “Join me,” I hesitated. Harley wasn’t just my personal assistant. We had an agreement. We helped each other out from time to time.

“At home?” I asked.

“Yes,”

“Give me fifteen minutes,” I finally said.

“See you soon,” she said before she hung up. I closed my eyes for a moment and thought about it. I enjoyed spending time with Harley. Our no-strings-attached arrangement suited us both. I never had the time for a relationship, and Harley wanted something I could never offer her. It worked. By the time I got to her apartment, I wasn’t sure if this was a good idea. It never bothered me before, but now that Cassandra was in my life, I felt uneasy.

“Hey,” I greeted when Harley opened the door. She smiled as she stepped aside to let me in. Her apartment was warm and cozy as I entered. Harley enjoyed the finer things in life, but she also loved simplicity. I had always appreciated her sense of style, but now I couldn’t help but compare it to Cassandra’s condo. I shook my head as I once again considered whether this was a good idea or not.

“Are you having second thoughts?” Harley asked as she shut the door. “We don’t have to do anything,”

“I know,” I murmured as I walked over to the couch. I sat down and sighed. I wasn’t even sure if I was in the mood.

“Tell me, Nathan, this doesn’t have anything to do with Cassandra, does it?” she asked, and I glanced over to see her pouring us each a drink. I didn’t answer as I watched her. Harley had already slipped into something comfortable, and despite the hesitation inside of me, I could still appreciate a beautiful woman. Harley moved like she knew I was watching. And maybe she did. The silk robe slipped against her skin as she reached for the bottle, the faint rustle of fabric whispered over the soft hum of the city outside her window. I sat back on her couch, my arm draped over the backrest, with my legs spread too comfortably for how I was feeling. The robe fell open just enough when she leaned forward to pour. The short, cotton nightie beneath barely covered her thighs. Simple. Soft. But there was something about how she wore it, unbothered and confident, that made it far more dangerous than any lingerie. My throat tightened as the glass filled. I wasn’t even sure I wanted the drink, but I watched anyway. Watched the way her hair caught the lamplight, the way her shoulder shifted as she turned, the curve of her hip outlined in silk. For a second, I tried to remember why I came here. I wasn’t in the mood, at least, I hadn’t been. Too many thoughts. Too much noise in my head. Too much of Cassandra. But Harley had a way of turning noise into static, static into silence.

“Thanks,” I said as she handed me a glass, her fingers brushing mine. Light. Deliberate. The air thickened between us, and I caught the faint scent of her skin, warm, clean, and a little sweet. And just like that, the rest of it stopped mattering. The tension, the doubts, the reasons I shouldn’t stay, none of it could hold up against the simple, human pull of wanting. My desire grew, and Harley sat beside me, one knee tucked under her, the silk parting just enough to show a stretch of bare thigh. I didn’t think. I didn’t need to. I set my drink down and turned toward her, and smiled.

“What?” she asked before she took a slow sip of her drink.

“You are a beautiful woman, Harley,” I said. She blushed, but I saw the spark of heat in her eyes.

“Don’t flatter me,” she warned.

“You and I both know what this is,” I reminded her, and she chuckled.

“I do,” she said, her tone soft and seductive. “And you should remember that,”

“Of course,” I reassured her. Harley didn’t want commitment from me. She knew better. She smiled as she set her glass aside. I watched as she got to her feet and slipped off the robe. The nightie didn’t cover much, and my hands itched to touch her. But I also knew how she liked to play. She reached for the edges of her nightie and slowly pulled it up and over her head. I stared at her body with a renewed sense of energy. But I waited. It wasn’t until she climbed onto my lap that I finally reached for her. I gripped her hips as she settled on top of me.

“This is what I need,” she whispered as she leaned forward. I grunted in response as I swelled inside my pants. Desire washed over me, and I welcomed it.

★★★