Controlled By The Billionaire

Chapter 6

Mel awoke, the sun slanting through the large wooden blinds, casting a glow on the bed. She was deliciously sore almost everywhere, but especially between her legs. Tristan had kept her up all night, doing things that Mel had never done before. But she liked it and remembering them made her body flush with arousal all over again. Tristan lifted his arm from where it was resting loosely around her waist. He sat up, an unpleasant look on his face. Was he angry because he was cuddling with her? Mel shook her head and looked away from him. He was giving her mixed signals and she wasn’t sure what to do about it. It didn’t matter anyway. She had to get up and go to the studio to record more of her album. Mel stood, stretching as she went, and headed towards the bathroom. She was in desperate need of a shower.

“I’m going to shower is that alright?” She asked Tristan at the last minute.

He looked up at her, a look of surprise on his face, and then nodded, waving her away towards the bathroom. Mel tried to keep the neutral look on her face. His mood seemed pretty sour this morning and she wanted to steer clear of that.

Mel flicked the shower on, stepping under the spray and jumping when she realized it hadn’t warmed up yet. A few seconds later the water was near scolding, Mel’s favorite temperature for a shower, and she stepped back under it and closed her eyes. She didn’t want to think about Tristan but that was who was on her mind. The few things she knew about him were confusing. He was sexy, handsome, powerful and great in bed, or elsewhere. But he was closed off, and hid his emotions and any indication that he might care was pulled away immediately before Mel could even start to believe he was a good person under that icy demeanor. She didn’t know what any of this meant for them in terms or a relationship, or if that was even what Tristan wanted. What she did know was that she liked him and despite all of his coldness she wanted to crack his icy surface and find the warmth beneath. Because there had to be warmth beneath it all, otherwise she was just wasting her time. Several minutes later, after washing the sweat and s*x from her body, Mel shut the shower off and stepped out, realizing she forgot a towel.

“Here,” Tristan materialized, he must have heard her turn the shower off, and thrust a towel in her face.

“Thanks.” Mel grabbed the towel, wrapping its plushness around her after wringing her hair out.

“I’m heading into the office. I’ll take my car and leave Bernard to take you wherever you need to go.” Tristan started to turn and that was when Mel realized he was wearing a full suit and holding a briefcase.

“I’m going there too. I’m recording today. Do you want me to ride with you?” Mel mentally kicked herself for asking him the question. Did she really think he would say yes?

Tristan shrugged and Mel guessed that was better than a no. She walked out of the bathroom and realized she didn’t have any clothing, only her camisole and short shorts from the night before. She couldn’t wear that to record. It was all stinky from the bar anyway.

“Never mind. I have to run home and get a change of clothes,” she said with a sigh, wondering why she felt so disappointed.

“That’s no problem. When you accepted my deal, I took the liberty of having my personal shopper send over a few things for you, in case this situation arose. The closet in the guest bedroom is stocked if you’d like to check it out.” He glanced at his watch as if telling her he didn’t have much time to wait.

Mel nodded. “Thanks so much.” Then she turned and headed down the hall to the guest bedroom.

That must be why on the first night she was here he showed her where it was. Maybe it’s supposed to be ‘her’ room and he doesn’t want her to sleep with him. Mel sighed; his mixed signals were making her crazy. The room was beautiful, and Mel didn’t get to appreciate the decorating the night she was here because of her nerves. There was a large queen bed with a white eyelet comforter and white sheets. The curtains were a pastel blue and the wall was a lighter shade of the same color. She found the closet in the far corner of the room, right next to an on suite bathroom, and opened the door. It was a large walk-in and was filled from one end to the next with beautiful clothes. Mel gasped. Tristan said ‘a few things’ like it was a dress and some pants not a whole closet full. Stepping inside, Mel fingered all of the fabrics and she could tell they were things she would never be able to afford. Why would he buy her all of these clothes?

“Do you like them?” Tristan asked, a note of excitement and expectation in his voice. Mel relaxed a bit at the slipping away of his cold mask.

“Tristan, these are beautiful. I don’t need all of this. I have clothes at home and I don’t think I’ll be sleeping over much.” Mel was hoping he’d contradict that but he didn’t say anything else.

He just stood and watched her as she moved through the closet. She finally chose a white sundress and pulled it on over her bra. Going commando in a dress wasn’t fun but she didn’t have any underwear.

“Check the drawers, Mel. As much as I want you to go commando I’m not sure that’s appropriate for work.” Tristan took her by surprise as if he read her mind.