The Billionaire's Mistaken Mistress - Part 1 (Contemporary BWWM Romance) Read Online Free Page A

gazing up at the tower, a woman in an expensive suit approached the building, looked her up and down, and entered with an air of superiority. Jessie's blood began to boil once again. She rushed into the enormous marble lobby, made a beeline for reception, and demanded to see John Harwood.
                  “Do you have an appointment?” The receptionist was tall and elegant with straight black hair and olive skin, her coral lipstick applied thickly to very thin lips. She was quite beautiful and seemed pleasant enough. Jessie tried to calm herself so she wouldn’t take her frustration out on the woman.
                  “Yes, tell him his mistress is here.” Jessie casually instructed.
                  “I beg your pardon?” The receptionist's dark eyes widened in shock as she glanced around the lobby to gauge if anyone had overheard the request.
                  “I said, tell him his mistress is here. Don't you read the papers? I'm Jessica Drew. I'm his mistress, and if he won't see me, I'll scream until he comes down here,” Jessie threatened through gritted teeth while retaining her fake smile.
                  Nervously, the receptionist picked up the phone, dialed a short number, and spoke in a hushed voice to someone on the other end with her hand covering the receiver. Jessie hovered by the reception area and, within minutes, an attractive blonde woman in a business suit strolled into the lobby, smiling pleasantly at the self-proclaimed mistress.
                  “I'm Heather Bryant, Mr. Harwood's personal assistant.” She extended a hand to shake Jessie's, but Jessie merely looked at it before glaring defiantly back at the woman. “If you would follow me, Mr. Harwood will see you in his office,” Heather Bryant continued as she turned and headed towards the elevators. Jessie followed, scowling at the receptionist who stood with her mouth agape, overdramatically holding a hand to her chest as if she couldn't breathe.
                  They quietly rode the elevator up to the top floor, both staring straight ahead at the brushed stainless steel doors. After what felt like an eternity, the doors finally parted with a ding and Jessie's first thought was that she had entered an art gallery rather than a place where people conducted business. Marble floors and pillars matched the lobby, with an array of stone busts scattering the hall on stands of varying heights. Large plants grew out of decorative pots, and impressive paintings lined the walls. Heather Bryant's heels echoing along the hallway were a stark contrast to Jessie's squeaky sneakers.
                  They came to a set of tall mahogany double doors and Heather Bryant opened them without knocking. She stood aside to motion Jessie in, and closed the doors behind her before leaving. Jessie stood in a vast office with a huge desk situated in front of a floor-to-ceiling window that was just as wide as the spacious room. The view was incredible, and the massive window let in so much natural light that the overhead bulbs likely didn't serve a purpose until sunset. She took a breath and looked over her shoulder at the closed doors. What was she supposed to do now, just wait here?
                  “Come and take a seat,” a deep, commanding voice shot through the silence.
                  Jessie's eyes darted around the room before realizing the voice had emanated from behind the desk and belonged to whomever sat in the high-backed leather chair that faced the giant window. She took two steps towards the desk as the chair began to swivel around until the voice that had startled her moments earlier now had a face to go along with it.
                  She recognized him instantly from the pictures in the papers and from his countless television appearances. This was John Harwood himself; the genius banking magnate who got his start working