Controlled By The Billionaire

Tristan shrugged at her comment. “Why not?” He smirked at her again, the blue of his eyes appearing to twinkle. Was this the same asshole who taunted her last week in his home?

“Uh, I guess because anyone could have walked by. That’s why.” Mel managed to calm her heating face and smooth her hair back to its original state.

“Oh, that.” He shrugged again as if this was something that happened every day.

Concern filled Mel that maybe he was that kind of guy. Maybe he slept around with more than one woman at a time and Mel was just another notch on his bedpost. Anger filled her, not at Tristan but at herself. Why had she let him get to her in this way? And here she thought maybe they had some sort of connection.

“I have to go back to work.” She squeaked, all of her confidence from moments before waning.

Tristan looked at her, his expression unreadable as usual. “Ok. I was hoping that after work you would come home with me. That’s what I was going to ask you before…”

“Right. Sure. I’ll find you when my shift is over in an hour.” Not sure why she agreed to go home with him, Mel turned away from him and walked back towards the bathroom to clean herself up.

*****

Tristan watched Mel’s shapely ass disappear around the corner towards the restrooms. He lost control and damn did it feel good. Mel had a strange effect on him. He hadn’t allowed himself to lose control like that in years.

Control was the way Tristan made his world sane, how everything made sense. After his parents left him nothing made sense and he had no control over his life. He’d never forget the way his father looked as he walked away from that group home. He looked relieved. His mother stayed in the car, unable to bear leaving him. But not his old man. He was a cold bas*ard and likely the reason his parents decided to leave him in that home. Every time he thought about it he wanted to scream. He was only a kid, thirteen years old. The night before his mother explained how they lost all of their money because his dad made ‘too many bad investments’ and that he would have to go away for a little while. But they would be back for him when they had the money. That was a lie and neither he nor the state was able to find the sorry bas*ards who gave him away.

Cursing under his breath at the path his mind took, Tristan hurried back out to the bar area to wait for Mel’s shift to be over. He meant what he said to her; he wanted her to come home with him. While he may not be a nice guy, he knew they had a connection and he wanted to explore it further in the bedroom. They had a deal after all.

*****

An hour later, Mel watched as Tristan walked across the bar, his suit jacket thrown over his shoulder and looking like a GQ model as he came towards where she stood wiping the counters.

“There he is again,” Lisa cooed, wagging her eyebrows up and down.

“It’s not like that, Lisa,” Mel lied. She couldn’t bear to think about what had happened an hour ago. Not that it was bad, or she even regretted it, she just didn’t trust Lisa not to blab to the boss.

Tristan had a gleam in his eye that Mel hadn’t noticed, or he hadn’t shown, before. He looked mischievous and it was strange because he always looked so cold and detached. Mel couldn’t help but smile as she realized what the look was for, suppressing the flush that started to overtake her at the memories of his hands and mouth all over her. He exuded s*x as he sat down opposite where she stood at the bar and the idea of going home with him didn’t seem so bad to Mel anymore.

“Ready?” He asked, his eyes moving over her lips and then slightly lower, to where the rounded top of her bre*st poked out from the camisole.

Mel’s body heated in remembrance of his mouth on her nip*les. Her s*x began to throb with need for Tristan. She wasn’t sure how she went from hating him to needing him between her legs but Mel wasn’t in any position to explore those questions right now.

“Yeah.” She said, tossing the towel in a basket and grabbing her purse from under the bar.

She called to Lisa and Blake that she was heading out and before either of them could come out and respond she was trailing Tristan to his limo, imagining all the ways they could recreate what happened in the back of the bar.