The Scandalous Billionaires Collection (6 page)

Melissa was reeling again under what
emotions, she wasn't quite sure. On the one hand, she wanted to
believe him, on the other, how the hell could he know such private
details about her life?

"There's more to it than that." She said.
"I've been forbidden to see you by my counseling supervisor."

"Who is your supervisor?"

"What difference does that make?"

"All the difference. What's her name?"

"I'm surprised you don’t already know."

"I know what I need to know and
now
I
need to know your supervisor's name. So please tell me what her
name is and my people can sort all of this out."

"
His
name."

"Excuse me? Your supervisor is a man?"

"Correct and he has advised me not to work
with you."

"On what grounds?"

"That's confidential."

Jason rested one manicured hand down onto the
table between them and began drumming his fingers softly while he
held Melissa's gaze.

She held her ground and stared back at
him.

"Dr. Price, you know that I can easily find
out who your supervisor is even if you are not personally at
liberty to reveal it to me."

She nodded her head. "I suppose that is very
probably the case." She said.

"Okay, so we can assume that I will go ahead
and do that and then once I do I can absolutely assure you that it
will no longer be a problem. So can we begin this therapy session
now?"

"Mr. Demovic, that may be how things work in
the business world but unfortunately that just isn't how things
work in the world of professional psychotherapy. This isn’t about
rules and regulations but about right and wrong--"

"Then please enlighten me as to what exactly
is wrong about taking me on as a client? I'm sure if you explain it
to me then I will understand and this will not be a problem."

Melissa began tapping her foot nervously
under the table. This cat and mouse game hinged on her revealing to
this gorgeous man the truth about her attraction to him. How much
did she have to swallow her pride in order to make this situation
go away?

"Mr. Demovic, I only have your word that the
ethics committee has already decided to exonerate me. Why on earth
should I even consider believing you?"

Her heart had begun to pound. That was
definitely not the question she should be asking. Demovic should
have been already out of her office by now. She had no obligation
to treat him and every good ethical reason not to. All she had to
do was ask him to leave and he would go or if he wouldn’t then
Sandy could call the cops.

"You can believe me or not Dr. Price, but
trust me, it won't be a problem. I've built my professional
reputation on making problems go away. Your ethics committee is no
different to any other group of people calling themselves a
committee and believe they will be perfectly satisfied with your
explanations as to what happened with your client."

"If you're so good at making problems go
away, then why are you here looking for my help?"

He smiled.

"I know my limits Dr. Price, and I know when
to ask for help. I had an experience last night that convinced me
that I've been mistaken and that in fact I do need your help with
my personal problems. You might consider doing the same yourself.
Despite what you might think, you may not be quite as in control of
your life as you think you are."

Melissa's heart was racing. She felt as
though she was being probed, exposed, challenged and it was proving
to be a more sexual experience for her than a week at the Playboy
Mansion. She was scared by her own responses, both physical and
emotional.

"Mr. Demovic, I'm afraid I'm going to have to
ask you to leave. I can't treat you and I can't tell you why. It's
as simple as that."

Melissa stood up but Jason didn't move.

"You need to leave my office now." She said
firmly, looking down at his adorably ruffled hair. One very
physical part of her longed to run her fingers through those thick
locks.

She took a deep breath to calm herself.

As long as he agreed to leave he wouldn't be
her client. But then he would be just a man; a single man. 'Up for
grabs' the TV presenter had said. A bad boy who needed saving…

Jason stood up to go.

"Don't worry." he said. "I'm leaving, but
before I go I need just one thing from you. Do you understand?"

Melissa waited, her blouse trembling with the
beating of her heart. She wanted him out of her office right now
but she also wanted him to go straight into her bed.

Just one night.
She thought. She knew
she was being unrealistic, that she was in the throes of a deep
neurosis, fantasizing that sex could solve all of her problems. She
had treated clients like this before but now she understood what
the compulsion felt like from the inside.

She watched him closely, licked her dry lips
and then spoke.

"Before you say another word Mr. Demovic, and
before I respond--if I respond at all--I need to make it very clear
that you are
not
my client."

He nodded his head.

"We have not entered into any professional
agreement." She continued.

"I understand that." His eyes were dark and
hooded now, obscuring any possibility of reading his thoughts. His
face was very close to hers and she could smell just a hint of his
high class expensive cologne. She felt his shadow come over her and
in a moment his hand was to her lower back, drawing her in towards
him and his lips pressed to hers.

"Yes." She hissed, opening herself to him
fully, allowing his tongue to explore and plunder her. The feel of
his hips against hers was intoxicating. No man had ever felt like
this before, no man had ever made her feel like this before. Fire
ran through her and she felt her the needy throb of her clit crying
out to the crush of his body.

"No." She gasped and started to push him
away. He released her immediately. There wasn't a hint of an
expression on his face but his eyes burned.

"I knew it." He said. "That's the reason your
supervisor doesn’t want you to see me."

"That's ridiculous." She blustered,
straightening her clothes. "You need to get out of here right
now."

Don't go. Please.

"I'm going Dr. Price--for now--but this
changes everything." There was a hint of a smile on his lips.
"Here's my personal number." He took out a card and put it down on
the table coming dangerously close to her as he did so. The
proximity sent a near unbearable thrill through her body.

"Very few people have this number, so please
keep it to yourself."

"I won’t be needing it."

He stood up and came close to her again,
making her back up a step.

"I'm not your client, so don’t worry. Nothing
unethical has happened here today. Nothing yet." He added with just
a hint of sinful smile.

Melissa felt dizzy. Maybe it was the hangover
or maybe it was the turn of events.

"I have to go but I'll send a car for you
tomorrow. Clear your day. The whole day."

She looked up at him again, his gaze was
burning into her.

"That's impossible--" She said.

"Nothing's impossible."

Those eyes.

When he looked at her it was like she
belonged to him. She was struggling to hang on to her objectivity.
No wonder those women had been fighting over him outside the night
club.

"I want you for the whole day tomorrow." He
said.

Her heart pounded.

"I've never felt an attraction to someone
like this before Dr. Price, do you understand me?"

"Yes. Yes I do. But--"

Before she could answer his sensuous lips
were against her own again, stifling her words and sending thrills
coursing down through her body that threatened to set her on
fire.

He released her and she gasped for
breath.

"8.30am." He said. "The car will be outside
your home. Don't be late." He turned and strode to the door.

"And Dr. Price?"

Her head was reeling.

"Yes?"

He stared at her, breathing hard.

"What is it?"

He walked back over to her, looming above her
and making her feel like a little girl in the school yard
again.

Her heart was thundering.

"Dr. Price…" He raised her chin up gently
with his left index finger.

"Thank you." He said in a low, intense voice,
almost as though he were ashamed of his gratitude.

He took her left hand in his own and then
pressed her fingers to his lips, forming an urgent kiss with his
rugged yet sensuous mouth.

By the time her heart stopped beating he had
left the office and Sandy was standing in the doorway with a huge,
boyish smirk on his face.

"Cancel all appointments tomorrow?" He
grinned, sending a flash of annoyance through his boss.

"No. Who told you that? I'm busy all
day."

Sandy stood there smiling in response to
Melissa's glare.

"Is that so girlfriend?" He smirked again,
incensing her even more.

"From now on I need you to address me as Dr.
Price. Do you understand?"

"Anything you say,
Dr. Price
, just so
you know though, tomorrow is Saturday, so according to your work
diary at least, you are free
all
day.
Dr. Price.
"

Melissa felt her color slowly rise, singeing
its way up her neck and into her cheeks.

"It's okay Dr. Price." Sandy continued. "We
all can get a little confused when love comes to town." He turned
quickly and closed the door behind him.

God damn you Sandy.

She cursed her receptionist but made no move
to reprimand him. If he was being fresh with her it was only
because she had given him cause and the truth was he was a whole
lot more to her than just a receptionist. She went to her office
door and opened it. Sandy was sitting innocently in his seat with a
celebrity gossip magazine open in his hands. Jason Demovic was on
the front cover in a shot taken from the footage the previous
evening. The billionaire looked as sharp and impeccable as
ever.

"Yes Dr. Price?" Sandy said. Somehow the 'Dr.
Price' thing was annoying Melissa even more now than his use of the
term 'girlfriend' had.

"You can drop the Dr. Price. Just call me
Melissa but don't call me 'girlfriend'."

"Okay Melissa." A trace of a smile played
around his lips.

"How did you know Mr. Demovic wanted my
schedule cleared for tomorrow?"

"Are you kidding me?"

She glared at him without a trace of a
smile.

"He marched out here and gave me one of those
smiles that made my knees go weak and my, well, you know, something
else went hard. He asked me if you worked weekends and I told him
you weren't that busy yet."

"Oh Sandy." Melissa said despairingly. "What
is wrong with you?"

"Melissa." He looked at her disapprovingly.
"Don't you know that when love comes to town, all the rules in the
book need to get broken? Don’t you even know that much honey?
You're the one with all the high falutin' degrees after all."

"I'm not in love. There is no love here.
Nothing is going on."

Sandy held his magazine up to cover his face
while he sniggered loudly.

"You are seriously going to annoy me Sandy.
What the hell is so funny?"

He lowered the magazine but his face was
nearly bright red from the laughter.

"You should have seen yourself just now. When
I stepped inside your office door you looked like you'd just been
touched by an angel. Right on your G-spot."

Melissa's jaw dropped open. Sandy mimicked
her shock with his own round friendly face.

"Oh my God Dr. Price, I'm so sorry, I should
never have said that, please forgive me."

Melissa closed her hanging jaw and softly bit
her tongue.

"Sandy…"

"Yes Dr. Price?"

"How does Jason Demovic know my cell phone
number and home address?"

Sandy's color went from the pink flush of
laughter to the burning red crimson of embarrassment.

"I'm so sorry Dr. Price, I just couldn't say
no to him. It's something about the way he looks at me. It's like
he owns me and God I just so want it to be true. I want him to take
whatever it is he wants from me and in whatever way he wants it
from me and whenever he wants it. God what I wouldn't give to be a
hot straight woman like you when that man walks into the room."

Melissa should have been furious but all she
could feel was empathy. Sandy was busy digging pretty much the same
professional hole in the ground for himself that she was except
that hers was a whole lot bigger.

"Do you think I'm hot?" She said

He looked up at her with a huge smile.

"Are you shitting me girlfr--" he stopped
himself. "I mean are you kidding me Melissa? You are one hot momma.
In that funky little school mistress, follow my instructions kind
of way. You know, a lot of men are into that kind of thing. Why do
you think nearly all or your clients here are men?"

"That's ridiculous." She sputtered.

"Name one of your female clients." He
challenged her.

"There's… that woman, what's her name again?
Miriam?"

"Exactly. Melissa, don't you get it? Half
these guys are fantasizing about their therapist doing them and you
don't even notice it. You've got that whole Angelina Jolie with a
brain thing going on."

"Angelina Jolie with a couple of extra dress
sizes maybe. And with Melissa Price's completely different face,
body, personality and hair."

"They love it. They love you. And don't get
me wrong, it totally works, otherwise you wouldn't have Jason
Demovic drooling over you. Don't be surprised if New York's
hottest, youngest, sexiest billionaire gets a serious case of
transference for his therapist. You might end up having to beat him
off with a stick. That's only if you want to beat him off that
is."