Chapter 7 CRAZY ATTRACTION

Keaton lay on the bed, waiting for Denzel to return from the bathroom. As she heard the door open, she turned to face him, and her eyes widened in admiration. Denzel was standing in the doorway, his hair messy, and his eyes sleepy, but his body...his body was perfection.

For a moment, Keaton forgot herself, forgot that she was pretending to be Nadetta, forgot that Denzel was someone else's husband. All she could think about was how attractive he was, how much she wanted to touch him, to feel his skin against hers.

But then, reality hit her like a slap in the face. She was pretending to be Nadetta, and Denzel was Nadetta's husband. It was wrong, so wrong, to have these thoughts, to feel this way.

Keaton's face grew hot with shame as she looked away, trying to compose herself. Denzel seemed oblivious to her inner turmoil, walking over to the bed with a smile.

"Hey, baby," he said, his voice low and husky. "What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost."

Keaton forced a smile, trying to play it cool. "Just tired, I guess," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Denzel nodded, climbing into bed beside her. "Come here," he said, pulling her into his arms. "Let's get some sleep."

Keaton nodded, trying to relax, but her mind was racing. What was she doing? What had she gotten herself into?

Denzel got into bed beside her, wearing comfortable pajamas, and snuggled close. Keaton's nerves returned, her heart racing as she tried to relax.

Denzel noticed her tension and pulled back, looking at her with concern. "Hey, what's wrong? You're stiff as a board."

Keaton tried to brush it off, but Denzel's gaze lingered, sensing something was amiss.

"Tomorrow's the big day, right?" Denzel said, changing the subject. "Our dinner date at that new restaurant?"

Keaton's mind went blank. Nadetta hadn't mentioned any dinner date. She was completely clueless.

"Uh...yeah," Keaton stammered, trying to cover. "I forgot, that's all."

Denzel chuckled and pulled her close again. "You're just tired, baby. Don't worry about it. I'll remind you in the morning."

Keaton forced a smile, feeling like she was digging herself into a deeper hole. What had Nadetta gotten her into? And how was she going to get out of this dinner date without arousing Denzel's suspicion?

As Denzel drifted off to sleep, Keaton lay awake, her mind racing with thoughts of the dinner date and how she was going to get out of it. She knew she couldn't cancel, not without raising suspicions.

Just as she was starting to relax, Denzel stirred and pulled her close. "I'm really looking forward to tomorrow night," he whispered, his breath tickling her ear.

Keaton's heart skipped a beat. She had to think fast, come up with a plan. But for now, she just smiled and nodded, trying to play along.

As the night wore on, Keaton's anxiety grew. She knew she had to talk to Nadetta, get some answers. But for now, she was trapped in this bed, with Denzel's arms around her, pretending to be someone she wasn't.

After much thinking,she finally drifted to sleep in his arms.

**Paris**

Nadetta stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around her body. She was humming to herself, feeling refreshed, when she heard a knock at the door.

"Come in," she called out, assuming it was room service or housekeeping.

But to her surprise, Julian walked in, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her heart skip a beat.

"I, uh, needed to discuss Smith's account with you," he said, his voice low and husky.

Nadetta's cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "Julian, I'm not exactly...presentable."

Julian's eyes roamed over her, admiring her. "You look perfect to me," he said, his gaze lingering on the towel wrapped around her body.

Nadetta laughed nervously. "Give me a minute," she said, hurrying to the closet to grab something to wear.

She emerged wearing a sexy nightie, the silk fabric hugging her curves in all the right places. Julian's eyes widened in appreciation, and Nadetta felt a flutter in her chest.

"Sorry, I didn't have time to change into something more...professional," she said, trying to sound casual despite the tension between them.

Julian shook his head, his eyes never leaving hers. "You're perfect just the way you are," he said, his voice dripping with desire.

Nadetta's heart raced as Julian approached her, his eyes burning with intensity. She knew she should keep things professional, but she couldn't deny the chemistry between them.

"Smith's account," she said, trying to sound businesslike despite the distraction.

Julian nodded, his expression turning serious. "Yes, let's discuss it. I have some ideas I want to run by you."

As they sat down at the desk, Nadetta couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. She knew she had to keep things professional, but she couldn't deny the attraction between her and Julian. And as they began to discuss Smith's account, Nadetta couldn't help but wonder where the night would lead.

"So, I was thinking we could pitch a new marketing strategy to Smith," Julian said, his eyes locked on hers. "Something that would really make their brand stand out."

Nadetta nodded, her mind racing with ideas. "I like that. What did you have in mind?"

Julian leaned forward, his enthusiasm infectious. "I was thinking we could use social media to create a buzz around their new product launch. Maybe some influencer partnerships, targeted ads..."

Nadetta's eyes widened as she grasped the scope of his plan. "That's genius. I can see it working really well."

As they brainstormed, Nadetta found herself feeling more and more comfortable around Julian. She couldn't believe how easy it was to talk to him, how much they had in common.

But as the meeting wore on, Nadetta couldn't shake the feeling that she was playing with fire. She was married, after all. And Julian...well, Julian was definitely interested in her.

As they continue delving into the details of Smith's account, Nadetta found herself becoming more and more engaged. Julian's ideas were innovative and bold, and she couldn't help but be impressed.

But as the discussion wore on, Nadetta couldn't shake the feeling that Julian was getting closer and closer. She could feel his leg brushing against hers, his arm reaching across the desk to point out a figure on the spreadsheet.

She tried to focus on the numbers, but her mind kept wandering back to the way Julian's eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled.

Finally, after what felt like hours, they wrapped up their discussion. Julian leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving hers.

"I think we make a good team, Nadetta," he said, his voice low and husky.

Nadetta felt a shiver run down her spine. "I think you might be right," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Julian leaned forward, his face inches from hers. "I think we could do great things together," he said, his breath tickling her ear.

Nadetta's heart was racing now. She knew she should pull back, but she couldn't help herself. She was drawn to Julian like a moth to a flame.

And then, just as suddenly as it had started, everything stopped. Julian pulled back, his eyes flashing with realization.

"Nadetta, I'm sorry," he said, his voice rough with emotion. "I forgot myself."

Nadetta felt a pang of disappointment, but she knew she had to be strong. "It's okay," she said, trying to sound casual. "Let's just focus on the account."

But as they packed up their things and said their goodbyes, Nadetta couldn't shake the feeling that something had changed between them. Something that could never go back to the way it was before.