The Scandalous Billionaires Collection (20 page)

"I've got nothing to lose anymore." She
whispered. "What are
you
afraid of? You said it
yourself--"

"I made a promise." He hissed. "That makes
all the difference. I don't break promises. My father broke
promises. He broke all his promises but I never will. I'm not him."
He turned away from her but she pursued him.

"You know I can help you." She said taking
hold of his hand, bringing skin to skin, intentionally making
contact. She was following pure intuition, the same intuition that
had failed her so miserably before but had guided her unerringly on
so many other occasions. Jason stopped. Waiting. His breathing
labored and hard.

"She got you to make a promise, didn't she?
That girl, Tracy Dunleavy."

He nodded silently, his jaw clamped tightly
shut.

"Something humiliating. Something degrading."
She probed.

He looked into her eyes.

"You know me." He said. "You know me too
well." He pulled his hand away from her and made for the private
quarters at the end of the cabin. Melissa followed in hot pursuit,
entering the bedroom before he could close the door behind him. He
sat down on the floor next the bed and Melissa came down to her
knees in front of him.

"What was it Jason? What did she make you do?
If you don't tell me then I can't help you. This is it. You can fix
this now. All you need to do is find the courage to tell me."

He cursed silently, ground his teeth and
bunched his fists.

"Okay God damn it. Here it is. She got me to
drive her to a derelict house outside of town. She said she wanted
to be alone with me before the dance. What a fool I was, I couldn't
believe my luck. When we got there she put a blindfold on herself
and then blindfolded me. There was an old chair in the middle of
the room and she got me to sit in it while she sat on the floor in
front of me, leaning on my knees. I'd never been so close to her
before, never felt her hands on me that way… God I was so in love,
so excited, so confused."

Melissa moved in closer to him. She hadn't
seen him like this before, raw, vulnerable, exposed to the
core.

"She made me promise to tell the truth and
only the truth. She said she hated lies. She came in close to me
and I felt her hands on my knees. I was a virgin for Christ's sake,
I got a raging hard on as soon as she touched me."

Melissa decided to take a risk. This whole
venture was about risk so why play by the book now? The damn book
had already been torn to pieces, pushed through the shredder and
set on fire by now.

"Like this?" She said, and put her hands on
his knees, trying to recreate the experience he had so painfully
described. He nodded his head while his erection hardened to
diamond like consistency.

"I swore I'd always tell her the truth. I
should have known something was wrong when she started giggling,
but at the time it only made me even harder for her. Then she began
asking questions. First about me and my family; where we lived,
where our father was. Things we had always kept hidden from the
other kids at school. It felt like are relief to tell someone I
could really trust, someone who truly loved me and who didn't care
where I came from or who my family was. She asked me if I would
give her money whenever she wanted it and I said yes, I'd get it
for her, no matter how much it was. I swore I'd get rich for her,
make a million dollars and give it all to her. Boy did she laugh.
That crazy, sexy teasing laugh that always used to turn me on so
much. I went to take the blindfold off but she said I had to
promise to keep it on until she told me I was allowed to see. Then
she began asking me about sex. She got me to admit I was a virgin.
She asked me if I had fantasies, sexual fantasies, and I said yes.
She asked me if she was in my fantasies and I said yes. She asked
me if I would do anything for her, without hesitation, and I said
of course I would, without a thought. She went silent then. I don't
know if she was feeling guilty or what or if she was just wondering
what else she could get me to say or do next to humiliate me even
more."

"She wasn't alone, was she?"

Jason nodded his head.

"They were all there, waiting to see you get
dragged down."

"All of them. All her jock friends, the
cheerleaders, the wannabe bullies, all the people I had spent years
mocking whenever they tried to push me and my brothers around. Not
one of them would have had the balls to say a word to me by
themselves. Not one of them!" He shouted.

Melissa moved in closer. She desperately
wanted to put her arms around him, hold him, but the memory of the
last time she did that was still vivid in her mind. She drew back
and his eyes searched desperately for hers as she did so.

"She told me she was taking her clothes off
for me and then she asked me to do the same. I couldn't believe it
but I didn't dare question her. I took off my jacket, my tie, my
shirt and then she told me to get down on my knees for her, right
there in the middle of the room. She walked around behind me and
put her hands on my shoulders. God, I couldn't have been harder for
her. She asked me why I was doing everything she asked like such a
good little boy and I said it was because I loved her, that I had
loved her ever since I had laid eyes on her and that was why I was
still a virgin. I didn't want to make love to anyone else because I
knew she was the one."

"My God Jason..."

"Don't!" He said angrily. "I don't need your
sympathy."

Yes you do.
She thought.
You need
me more than anything else in this world.

"Tell me what happened next."

"I… I can't. It's too much."

"You promised me." She snapped and then
immediately felt guilty. She was barely treating him any better
than Tracy Dunleavy had.

"Yeah, me and promises." He said as though
exhausted. "Okay. You want to hear it so much, then here it is. She
stood behind me for a long time and that was thrilling. I still had
no idea what was really going on and it turned me on like hell.
Nothing has ever excited me as much as that until…"

"Until what?"

"That's not important. I couldn’t think
straight. I was about to do it with the girl I loved that was all
that counted. She was standing there behind me, naked, while I
waited on my knees for her. It felt like an eternity went by while
I got harder and harder and then she leaned down and put her lips
close to my right ear. I can still feel them there, like she's here
right now, her warm breath, the smell of her perfume and God damn
it, her hair brushing lightly against my skin. God." He groaned at
the memory. "She said that whatever happened next that I was always
to believe in her, no matter what. She asked me to promise her that
and of course I did. I said I would always believe in her no matter
what happened. Then she kissed my neck and God I thought I was
going to blow right then and there but somehow I held on. She was
whispering, doing everything a teenage girl could to turn a teenage
boy on. Then she asked me if I would ever love another woman and I
said no. I swore it on my life. I swore to her that I'd never make
love to any other girl as long as I lived. I told her that she was
the only one. Her hands tightened on my shoulders and she kissed my
neck again. I don't know how I held myself back. Then she whispered
one word into my ear."

Melissa was transfixed.

"What? What was the word she said?"

"Sorry."

"Oh my God."

"And that was it. She pulled the blindfold
off my eyes and there they were, filming it all. It took me a few
seconds to process it. I was reeling. I looked around at Tracy and
she wasn't smiling. She still had all her clothes on. I looked back
at the gang of stupid petty, jealous teenagers and they were all
laughing at me--those shitty little dickheads." He shouted. "At
least I made damn sure I smashed their cameras to bits, they didn't
like that one bit."

Melissa came over next to him and put her
arms around his broad shoulders and drew his head down her breast.
He was trembling. Slowly she lowered her head and put one tender
kiss on his forehead. It was nothing like the kiss she had given to
her outraged client. That one had been chaste, comforting,
respectful, a therapeutic decision that put her out on a limb
professionally and then shattered the limb. This one was charged
with feeling and personal emotion.

"I've never made love to another woman since
then." He said. Melissa could feel the heat of his words on her
neck. Her career was in tatters but she was holding Jason Demovic
in her arms and it was clear that he wanted her and that she wanted
him. What did it matter up here at 32000 feet anyway? They weren't
in any country, not even in anyone's national airspace. What did
aviation law or maritime law say about making blistering hot love
to clients?

"I don't believe it." She whispered. "A man
like you? That's impossible."

"Sure I've taken women to bed, but I've never
broken that promise. I've never
made love
to another woman.
I've never even wanted to. I don't even know if I can. He lifted
his head up and pushed her arms down by her sides. His breathing
was labored.

"I convinced myself… consoled myself that
Tracy was forced into it, so I always kept that promise. Never make
love. If I was with a woman it was just to fuck her, to satisfy a
need. Just sex, always just sex."

Just sex.
She thought. How could
anyone call being taken by this man
just sex
?

"If I ever began to feel something for a
woman then I had to back off. If I tried to get closer to them then
it just wouldn't work. All the desire would go."

"The physical desire."

"Yes." he sounded ashamed, "The physical
desire."

She looked down at his muscular body,
obviously brimming with physical desire right now.

"Does that mean you don't feel anything for
me
?" She whispered.

He didn't answer for several long seconds.
Melissa could barely stand to look at him, she kept her eyes
lowered to his chest, his abdomen, watching his rapid breathing,
observing his internal struggle and awaiting the outcome.

She was ready for anything.

"You're the first one." She watched his
sensuous lips slowly mouth the words and her heart began to beat
wildly.

Take me. For God's sake, just take me. Do
it now.
She willed him.

"I've been confused ever since I met you." He
pushed her hands back to the floor behind her and then slid his own
arm around her waist, setting her on fire as he did so. She didn't
care anymore, her body was more alive to him than it had been to
any man ever in her whole life. What did these professional ethics
really mean anyway? They were just two people who wanted each other
and the world with all its stupid puritanical rules was only
jealous of their desire.

"I haven't had a clear thought since the day
you walked into my office." She said. He pulled her closer towards
him and already it felt like they were making love.

"I know I want you." He said. "I can't stop
thinking about you. You fascinate me and screw me up all at the
same time but what I really don't understand is how I can
feel
so much for you but still not be able to think about
anything but screwing you twenty-four hours a day. I haven't felt
this since…" He drew back. Melissa felt the withdrawal of his heat
and it angered her. He was hers for God sake; he had no right to
take himself away from her. What the hell was the problem now?

Instantly she knew the answer; with Jason
Demovic she always did.

"You haven't felt this way since her. Since
Tracy."

He nodded his head and began to push his way
up the cabin wall away from her. She wanted to drag him back down
but the therapist in her wouldn't quite give up and let go
completely. He needed to be healed or it would all fall apart
anyway.

"You're scared." She said. "You don't trust
me because of what she did to you." He nodded his head. She was
reading his mind again. "You think because you feel the same way
about me as you did about her that the same thing is going to
happen again."

"Yes." He hissed. "Only worse because I don't
know what it will be."

"You can trust
me
. That's what will be
different." She said frantically.

"I know. I know I can, but then there's a
part of me that just can't go any further."

"Jason--"

There was a heavy knock on the door that
divided their end of the plane from the business and cabin crew
area up front.

"Mr. Demovic, I'm sorry to intrude but we
have Asia on the line, there's a potential crisis in China and we
really need your input."

Jason stared at her and tried to control his
breathing.

"Mr. Demovic? This is very urgent--"

"I'm coming God damn it." He shouted. "Give
me five minutes, I'll be right there."

Melissa felt a black cloud gather over her.
Their moment had arrived, they were so close, but now Jason would
be absorbed back into his work and the emotional intensity needed
for breakthrough would be lost. They would land and go their
separate ways and by Tuesday it would all be too late.

She slumped against the cabin wall and
watched Jason walk towards the door.

"The re-union." She said. Her therapist's
intuition screamed at her again, but was it saving or ruining
her?

"You never told me what happened at the
re-union."

Jason stopped and turned to look at her.

"You have everything you need to fix me
already." He paused. "And everything you need to ruin me. You don't
need to know anything else."

"Yes I do." She called after him, but it was
too late, he was on his way to the business area and she was left
looking into the eyes of his personal assistant, a woman similar in
dress and build to herself. She had a look in her eyes as if to
say; 'not another one'. The assistant shook her head just
fractionally from side to side and then followed Jason to his
business meeting without a word to the crumpled, defeated woman on
the cabin floor.