One Weekend with the Billionaire novel Chapter 29

I can tell how excited Julia is to be on the plane. She hasn’t stopped smiling since we arrived at the airport. As we make our way to our secret destination, it is all I can do to keep my hands off of her. I want her so badly, but we will be there soon, and I don’t want to embarrass her in front of the crew by making them wait while she puts herself back together. Perhaps I will be able to introduce her to the Mile High Club on the way back to the city.

"Do you fly often?" I ask her, trying to make conversation in order to take my mind off of how beautiful her body is, especially when she’d undressed.

"No," she says quickly. "I’ve never been on an airplane before."

Her admission has me raising my eyebrows, but I lower them quickly, realizing she has put some trust in me not to judge her by admitting that to me so readily. "Well, I sure hope you enjoy the ride then," I say to her.

She beams at me. "So far, it’s amazing." She turns and looks out the window, and I am glad that I’ve let her sit next to it so that she can get a view of the clouds from up here. I was a young boy when I made my first flight, but I still remember how magical it was. As breathtaking as the view out the window is, Julia is even more gorgeous. I would much rather watch her look out the window than enjoy the view myself.

"Tell me, Julia, when you were younger, what did you dream of doing when you were an adult?"

For some reason, my question seems to catch her off guard. I’m not sure why. It seems like a fairly normal question to me. She turns and looks at me, her lips parting but nothing coming out for a moment. "Well," she begins, "when I was a little girl, I wanted to be a famous artist," she admits. "But then, as I got older and realized that likely wouldn’t happen, I decided I’d like to teach art lessons to students."

I nod. "And what happened to change that dream?"

She hesitates again, sucking in a breath. Her slim shoulders rise and fall with a shrug. "I’m not sure," she admits. "But… Jeff had his dreams. When he got the job at your company, all of our focus went toward helping him to advance. He did, too, if you’ll recall."

"Yes, I do," I tell her. "He used to be a hard worker. I was impressed with his work early on. Within the first few months after he began, I promoted him. Unfortunately, he’s lost focus over the last year or so."

I see her face fall as she rocks her head back and forth. "I didn’t understand why. I thought… Jeff told me that you were being too hard on him, that it was impossible to please you. I didn’t understand how that could’ve changed so quickly. But now that I know that he’s been doing other things, that he hasn’t been focused on his work, well, I understand why he is on the brink of being fired." She looks as if she might cry, and I realize I’ve inadvertently upset her. That was not my intention at all.

"Julia, you do realize that your success is not tied to his, don’t you?" I ask her. "I know for the last two years since you’ve been married, you’ve invested so much of yourself in him that it’s hard for you to see where he begins and you end, but the fact of the matter is, you have done nothing to create this problem for him. Only Jeff has caused the problem. Only Jeff is responsible for the problem. And only Jeff can fix the problem."

She nods at me, but I’m not sure she fully believes that. I imagine he has told her time and time again that it is her fault he isn’t able to do everything he is supposed to at work, that somehow she is a bad wife, and that makes him incapable of fulfilling his duties in the office. I want to send a message right now back to the office to have him fired, but it’s Saturday, and no one is there. Besides, I’ve already promised to overlook his horrible performance since he signed the contract. I will put up with Jeff Thompson for as long as I have to if it means Julia will be by my side.