The Scandalous Billionaires Collection (19 page)

"We'll come back to that one Jason. Answer me
this though. Do you trust me?"

"Absolutely." He said without hesitation. The
answer surprised her.

"Why?"

"You've helped me where no-one else
could."

"Helped you with what exactly?"

His breath quickened and a bead of sweat
broke out on his tanned forehead. She forced herself to ignore the
sense of excitement she felt at making him lose his cool. Illicit
thrills weren't part of the job. Not this part at least. She needed
to focus on the cure, not the power she was beginning to wield over
this formidable male.

"I've been… unhappy, very unhappy and you've
given me hope that I can be happy again."

"Why were you unhappy?"

He took in a long breath and then let out an
even longer sigh.

"Okay. I know this is for my own good and I'm
aware that I made a promise to be honest--so here it is; I haven't
been able to… to be with anyone for the last three years."

Melissa suppressed her absolute shock and
totally inappropriate pleasure at the revelation.

"Why not?" She asked.

"It isn't physical if that's what you're
wondering."

"I'm not wondering anything. I'm just
listening."

"You don’t listen Melissa, you read minds for
God's sake. At least you seem to know how to read my mind."

"And how does that make you feel?"

"Excited." He said urgently. He was
completely motionless. Too still. The sense of a huge, powerful
male trying to desperately hold himself back and restrain his
desire was palpable in the air-conditioned atmosphere of the 727.
Melissa felt her own excitement rising to match her clients in
every place that counted. Underneath her carefully calculated
business attire she had chosen to wear another of the expensive
sets of lingerie that had been laid out for her in the hotel room.
She would figure out her motivations for doing that later, not that
it would require
that
much analysis.

Jason continued, speaking very slowly.

"Your insight into my thoughts and feelings
Dr. Price, makes me want to take you right here, right now while my
plane is up here at 32000 feet over the middle of the Atlantic and
show you that all that education of yours means nothing when I fuck
you so hard it's make you scream my name and beg for more."

Melissa's heart raced, her lingerie
moistening rapidly with hidden desire.

She took a deep breath. Therapy sessions had
never been like this in grad school.

"Do you think that would solve your problem?"
She asked with as much self-control as she could muster.

"Damn sure it would." He grunted huskily, as
though he were daring her to make it a reality.

Melissa didn't move. She didn't dare. The
force of Jason's desire was a physical reality now and her eyes
flitted involuntarily down to his lap where she was sure she would
see his potent sexuality beginning to assert itself.

It was a bad idea. She saw nothing, but the
fleeting nature of the glance made him seem all the more perfect
and sexy in a way that defied reality.

"Do you know anything about psychotherapy
Jason?"

"Maybe more than you think."

"There's a saying among therapists. Would you
like to hear it?"

"I want to hear anything that comes out of
those sweet lips of yours, especially if you're lying under me,
screaming my name."

It was all she could do to keep her cool. The
bunched hair at the back of her head was beginning to feel
unbearably tight, as was the restriction of the professional skirt
around her thighs.

"The saying is that professional therapy
never includes sex."

He stared at her, his breathing heavier than
ever. Motionless.

"Did you hear what I said?" she asked. "I
said professional therapy never includes--"

"Sex. I heard you say sex." He said.

She shook her head and carefully uncrossed
and then re-crossed her legs yet again. He was getting to her.

"Let's change the subject." She said. "Tell
me about not being able to be with people. Does that mean with
women? Specifically?"

"Do you need to ask? You know you can already
read my mind."

An image of herself below him, her hair
spread out wildly and his muscular ass thrusting up and down on top
of her flashed through her mind.

She smoothed down the edges of her skirt.

"Okay. So you haven't been with a woman in
three years."

"Correct." He said.

"Neither emotionally nor physically."

"Correct."

"You also haven't wanted to be."

He nodded his head and smiled, squirming
under her intuition but marveling at the same time.

"And this was making you anxious. Questioning
the meaning of your existence."

"Exactly. And trust me Melissa, everything is
working physically. There's no doubt about that."

"You have always been a very physical person
so this was confusing to you."

"Very physical."

"Insatiable even."

"Voracious is a better word, but insatiable
isn't bad either."

"And that was a problem too."

He looked surprised again.

"I've never thought of it like that, but
maybe you're right, maybe that was a problem. If I wasn't with
someone regularly then I couldn't focus on my work. It would suffer
and I would need to go out and be with someone. If I wasn't
battering down doors in the business world or buying out
competitors then I was battering down…"

"Loneliness?"

He took a huge breath in, stared at her in
disbelief and then put his face into his hands.

"Oh my God." He whispered through his
fingers. He had uncrossed his legs and Melissa couldn't help but
dart a look down, just a micro-second but enough to reassure her
that yes, there certainly wasn't any problem with Jason Demovic
physically.

In fact, the only problem might be…

Focus Melissa, focus. He's still your
client.

"Oh my God." He repeated. "You're right.
You're always right. How could I not have seen it before."

She let him gather his thoughts for a moment
and then pressed on.

"So what happened three years ago?"

He took another deep breath.

"I went to a ridiculous high school
reunion."

"They can be difficult. But with your success
in life? Surely it should be very easy, gratifying even "

"You would think that, wouldn’t you? Looking
back I don't even know why I went. Maybe it was to prove something.
It was the first one I had ever considered going to. My brother
Zach kept telling me it would be a good idea. He said I should do
it for 'closure'. Why did I ever think a software engineer could
give me psychological advice? The guy is more screwed up than I am
for Christ's sake."

"Tell me about the re-union. What
happened?"

"Everything was going okay. I was just bored
to tell you the truth, maybe even a little weirded out. Women I
remembered as high school girls were hitting on me like crazy, guys
who used to push me around were trying to get into pissing contests
with me because they were jealous of my success and feeling…"

"Inadequate in your presence?"

He laughed. "Yeah, maybe. I guess. I was
getting ready to leave when I felt hands on my shoulders and a kiss
against the back of my neck that sent a shiver down my spine."

"Who was it?" Melissa said too quickly. The
spike of jealousy she felt surprised her.

"It was a girl… a woman I had had a serious
crush on all through high school."

Melissa felt the envy course through her
veins. She wanted to know who this woman was.

"Her name is Tracy Dunleavy. I first saw her
when she moved to our school from another state. We were both
fourteen years of age. I was a goofy kid living in a trailer park
with his mom and two screwed up little brothers; her parents had
money and lived in the most upscale neighborhood in town. That was
always the downside of mom sacrificing so much for us to get a good
education. We were always the poorest kids in the school and boy
did those rich kids let us know it. The only thing I had going for
me was my IQ. That kept most of them at bay. The richest ones were
mostly the dumbest ones as well. But being smart doesn't make you
any friends in high school. Kids are jealous. They want to take you
down. They want to exclude you. Harrison, Zach and I barely spoke
to anyone except each other for years."

"It must have been very hard."

Jason looked at her.

"You can do better than that Dr. Price. I'm
not fourteen years old anymore. I'm not the same person today that
I was then."

"It's not me you have to convince of that
Jason." She let the words hang while Jason absorbed the
implication. She held his arrogant but increasingly frightened gaze
imagining how potent it must have been when he was a teenager
defending himself and his brothers from stupid high school
bullies.

"Tell me about Tracy." She said.

"She was different. She was nice to me no
matter how tongue tied I was. You have no idea how in love with her
I was. She was perfect to me."

"What did she look like?"

"Gorgeous. You have no idea."

Melissa wanted to pull her hair
out--cat-fight her into submission at the side of the road while
Jason looked on. She put the emotions aside as best she could and
waited for him to continue.

"She always led me on but then left me
hanging for her baboon of a jock boyfriend--a knuckle dragging goon
who collects debts for a living now."

"This all sounds like the typical experience
of high-school Jason. How could these things have such an effect on
your relationships with women?"

"I'm not finished yet. I eventually found the
courage to ask her to the prom and I nearly fell over when she said
yes. Don't get me wrong Melissa, I didn't lack confidence in
high-school. Far from it. I was already pitching ideas to venture
capitalists even back then and I wasn't shy with opposite sex. I
just had no interest in the girls who wanted me. I was holding out
for the best, for perfection and at that time, that was Tracy
Donleavy."

He lifted his head and fixed his eyes on
Melissa again.

"I still hold out for perfection today. Maybe
I haven't changed all that much."

"Tell me what happened at the reunion Jason.
Stay focused."

"Okay. Well when she said yes to the prom I
knew for sure that the persistence and the waiting had been all
worthwhile. I got dressed up the best I could and picked her up
from her parents' house in a battered old car I borrowed from a
neighbor in the trailer park. Tracy didn't seem to mind though.
What happened next is…"

Jason struggled with his emotions. Normally
Melissa would have given a client time to think or she would have
asked sensitively if they wanted to continue, but with Jason she
couldn't hold back--she had to know.

What the hell had that twisted little bitch
done to him?

"She humiliated you." She hissed.

"Yes." He whispered.

"In front of her friends."

He nodded silently. Melissa leaned forward
and put her hand on Jason's knee then drew back. As soon as she
made contact she knew it was too much for either of them and his
reaction was instant. Their eyes met and the glance they exchanged
left little to the imagination.

"I'm sorry Jason. Continue. Tell me what she
did."

"I can't. We have to break off here. This is
too much in one go. I've only ever told one person about this and
not in any detail. This is the closest I've come to sharing it with
anyone."

"You have to tell me Jason. Don't back away
now. You can do this. Tell me what that girl did to you."

"I promised to tell you the truth about
everything Melissa, but I didn't promise to tell you whatever you
wanted, whenever you wanted. This is too much. I need a break." He
stood up to go into the private quarters in the rear of the plane
but Melissa stood up as well, blocking his way.

They were both trembling and they were far
too close to each other.

"Don't run away Jason. This can heal you. I
promise you." Her eyes were turned up to him and he met her look
with his own impenetrable gaze. Only the single bead of sweat on
his brow gave any clue as to his anguish, both psychological and
sexual.

"Get out of my way Melissa." He said in a low
voice.

"I won't move. You'll have to pick me
up--"

His strong arms wrapped around her, one
cradling her shoulders and the other scooping up the back of her
legs. The feeling was indescribable. He held her close to him, high
up in his arms. She could feel his troubled heart pounding in his
chest. Her own bosom was heaving, her cleavage stretching the
fasteners on her pristine white shirt.

He stared down at her neck and whispered.

"You have no idea how hard it is for me to
hold back right now. If it wasn't for that damned promise…"

"What if I don't want you to hold back?" She
whispered. "Does the promise still count?"

He held her for another moment, struggling
with his desire, his cock already rock hard in his pants, his whole
body screaming out in agony for hers. His eyes roamed her neck,
afraid to continue down the elegant lines of her throat to the
perfectly formed curves of her full and heaving breasts.

"I can't." He said. "I made a promise and I
can't break it. You have no idea how hard it is for me to hold back
right now."

"What if I don't want you to hold back?" She
whispered again, pouring quiet fuel on the flames. "Does the
promise still count?"

He held her for another moment, agonizing
silently.

"I can't." He said. "I made a promise. What
you want or don't want me to do is irrelevant."

He set her back down, close to him, his
labored breathing intensely exciting in her ear.