Controlled By The Billionaire

“Where would you like me?” She asked, looking around the room.

When her eyes met with Tristan’s again, he had a strange look on his face. A dark look. Mel wasn’t sure what it was about but that was too vague, since it seemed all of his looks were dark.

“Just sit over there.” He pointed to the far corner of the room where a chair sat all alone.

“Ok.” Mel walked over, feeling Tristan’s eyes burrowing under her skin through her billowy maxi dress. What was happening?

She sat, resting her guitar on her knee, and began to play. Before long she was lost in her song and wasn’t aware that she was playing in front of Tristan any longer. Mel always felt free when she played and the music and lyrics washed over her as the song she wrote floated through the room. She understood now why he had her play in here, the sound was fabulous. This was a song she wrote after her parents died in a car crash when she was twelve. The dark and lonely words made Mel’s chest ache but she didn’t cry, having shed too many tears for the loss of her parents already. Instead she let the music sooth her pain, as she always did, and sang her little heart out.

When she finally finished, she looked up at Tristan, the strange look now replaced with another. He didn’t speak right away, but instead stared at her as if seeing her for the first time. It made Mel shiver in a way she didn’t understand. Not yet anyway. Tristan broke the gaze first, walking towards her slowly. Mel’s heart sped up, he looked predatory and it made heat spread from between her thighs up to her face. She fought the urge to look away even though his stare was so intense that the room heated at least a few degrees. Why was he looking at her like that?

Mel shifted uncomfortably in her seat, the strange arousal that she felt at Tristan’s stare spreading over her like wild fire. This never happened to her, she didn’t date, not really. How this one dark and lovely man managed to break through her walls of protection in only moments scared Mel beyond words.

Tristan stopped in front of her and looked down so he would meet her eyes. “That was wonderful. I want to talk to you more about it over drinks. Will you come with me?”

Mel looked at Tristan’s outstretched hand unsure of what to do. She really wanted a record deal but why did he want her to go somewhere else to talk about it? Waiting a few minutes before she responded, Mel finally decided to grab his hand.

What the hell, she thought, what have I got to lose.