The Billionaire's Mistaken Mistress - Part 1 (Contemporary BWWM Romance) (4 page)

              “You got it, then,” she playfully conceded in defeat. “Dinner. That would be nice. I'm off tomorrow night if that works for you.”

              John, who looked to have been holding his breath while Jessie made her decision, let out a laugh. “That's amazing. Thank you, Jessie. I'll choose the place if that's all right, and I'll have my car pick you up at seven?”

              “Fine — now that you know where I live,” she said in jest, her broad grin putting John at ease.

              “I look forward to it,” he answered excitedly, his eyes looking even more blue in the afternoon sun.

              Jessica Drew, a girl from the slums who was already defying the odds by putting herself through college, had somehow managed to snag a date with a charming billionaire. She didn’t know what to make of the situation, but couldn’t wait to see John Harwood again. Things were definitely getting interesting.

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"Have you ever dated a back girl before?" she suddenly blurted, realizing she probably just made herself sound as idiotic as those white boys had.

Jon paused, his fork halfway to his mouth.

"No," he answered while looking at her curiously and perhaps a tad cautiously.

"Black friends?"

"Some. School friends, mostly. I finished my Master's in Chicago and I had some black friends there. I have some black coworkers now but, no, I've never dated a black girl. My upbringing was distressingly homogenous: privileged white people as far as the eye can see."

She feigned a shudder.

"Ugh. How gross."

"Tell me about it. It kind of explains why I like reading books by people from other parts of the world, doesn't it?"

"I'm not part of some attempt on your part to broaden your cultural horizons, am I?" She gave him a teasing grin, but it was a legitimate concern. She knew some white, social justice morons who cruised for minorities to fuck just so they could prove they weren't racist.

"Um, not consciously," he said with a small smile. He put down his fork and leaned forward on his elbows. "I'll tell you why I like you," he said, gazing across the table at her with his blue-green eyes. "It has nothing to do with the fact that you're black. You're a beautiful, intelligent woman with a sense of humor, and you don't have an agenda. I mean, you probably have an agenda on some level, we all do, but I expect it's a normal one. Something like you meet a nice guy, if things work out you date for a while, maybe one day move in together, get married, take some vacations, whatever. That's what you're probably doing, more or less, or maybe you're just looking to date and have a good time. Right?"

She nodded slowly, taking in what he was saying.

"Something like that," she replied slowly.

Jon sat back in his chair.

"Look, I meet a lot of people who aren't very interested in simply finding a person they pair up well with. I usually meet, well, this is kind of a loaded statement and I don't feel good about using it, but—"

"Gold diggers?" Janelle offered.

"I was going to say social climbers, but that works. Either way, you don't strike me as the type," he replied with sincerity.

"Maybe I am. You still don't know me that well," she shrugged.

"I suppose not. But you didn't walk out of the club with me the other night because you were a social climber. I think you saw something you liked, at least a little bit," Jon smirked.

"Yeah, I like you. I wonder why you act so mysterious, though,” Janelle smiled. “Like, what's the deal with you? You're always talking about yourself like you're a celebrity or something, mentioning how gorgeous girls are always coming at you and how they're all there for your money. That, or they're social climbers or whatever. It's very confusing, because you tell me you're just a communications guy for an energy company, but you’ve also told me that your dad is a higher-up there. So, what, does he own the company or something?"

"Yes, he does," Jon answered, nervously taking a sip off of his beer.

"Come on. Don’t fuck around," Janelle said, her tone suddenly serious.