The Scandalous Billionaires Collection by Drew Sinclair Page B

standing across the street; a stern older woman in the
medical profession. The lady give her a cold look. Melissa returned
a weak, defeated smile which was not reciprocated.
    "Are you going to let me in?" Jason
exaggerated his expressions to help with communication through the
thick glass. Melissa nodded her head.
    So much for getting a step ahead by
researching him on the internet.
    She walked to the front door and opened it.
Jason stood looking at her.
    "Are you coming in or not?" She said
peevishly.
    "Wow." He said slowly, drawing out the
syllable.
    "Come in already, I'm freezing my butt off
here."
    "I can certainly see that." He said.
    "Come in or I'm closing the door."
    He stepped in and then stood there grinning.
He was going to milk the moment for everything it was worth.
    "Wow." He repeated.
    "Go on. Enjoy your little moment of glory
like a true bully. Which is all you really are."
    "I'm sorry Melissa, but…" His smile got
bigger.
    "Go on. Say whatever it is you have to say. I
don't need clothes or makeup to bolster my self-esteem. I'm
completely comfortable being who I am."
    "And I'm not complaining. Not at all. I mean…
wow."
    "Will you quit that already? I'm going to get
dressed. Wait here. There's coffee in the kitchen if you want
it."
    He watched her turn and walk to the
bedroom.
    "Double wow." He said.
    She turned on him.
    "I'm about ready to cancel our time together
if you don't stop that right now."
    "I'm truly sorry Melissa but that is about
the sexiest just out of bed look that I have ever seen. And those
ankle socks--"
    "Stop it." She said and turned to continue
her journey down the hall to the bedroom which suddenly seemed like
a long walk with Jason Demovic eyeing her up from behind.
    Self-conscious didn’t come close to
describing it.
    "Dress casual." He said. "It suits you
better."
    Anger spiked through her and she halted
outside the bedroom door. Who the hell was he to give her orders
about how to dress?
    She took a breath and let it go.
    She didn't feel like arguing the point while
semi-naked in her hallway.
    When she emerged from the bedroom forty-five
minutes later she was buttoned up into her most conservative
workday clothes, hair scraped back into a bun and stern rimmed
glasses perched on her nose. She looked like a female Sigmund
Freud.
    Jason took it all in with raised
eyebrows.
    One small victory. She thought. We
need to get this power balance thing between us straight
again.
    "Wow." He said, yet again. "I was wrong. That
look is way more sexy."
    "Screw you." Melissa said. This was too
much.
    "Okay then." He said matter of factly. "Let's
get going. Just out of curiosity, is that what you call
casual?"
    "What's casual about any of this? You're
practically blackmailing me into a date."
    He moved closer to her but she gave no
ground.
    "My God." He said. "This is far worse than I
thought."
    "What's worse?" She asked shakily, he was
very close to her now and she could feel her heart going again like
a jackhammer.
    "Fuck this." He growled as he pulled her to
him and slid his hand deftly into her tightly wrapped hair and
pulled her head back.
    Before she could protest his lips were
pressed to hers and she felt the hair-band and bobby pin that held
her tightly wound bun slide away. He walked her backwards into her
bedroom as he rained hungry kisses down onto her neck.
    "Jason…" she said breathlessly into his ear,
but he ignored her. She didn't know what she wanted to say
anyway.
    Soon she was down on her bed while his
insatiable mouth devoured her breasts, her abdomen and then sank in
between her legs. She was still fully clothed but wildly on fire as
she felt the full force of his implacable desire. She had taken the
time to package herself up like a parcel going long distance but
all that was unraveling fast under his merciless onslaught. His
mouth breathed hot air to her pubic mound and pussy through her
thick skirt and underwear, stoking her throbbing clit to life. Her
legs instinctively