Controlled By The Billionaire

“Hello?” Blake answered. The attitude in her voice a clear indication that she was still upset with Mel, but Mel didn’t care and proceeded anyway.

“Blake! I know we haven’t really spoken much since the other day but can I talk to you for a bit?” Mel unlocked her car door and slid behind the steering wheel.

Blake sighed heavily on the other end and Mel rolled her eyes. She was so dramatic all the time. “Fine,” she snapped, “I have ten minutes before my shift.”

Mel explained what had happened in Tristan’s office and how he expected her to show up at his place tonight. “He’s sending a car to pick me up at work, Blake. How the hell did he know where I worked?”

Blake snorted. “You asked for this, hon. I told you what would happen. Are you feeling like backing out?”

Mel thought for a minute before answering. “No. I still want to do this to see where this goes. And before you give me the whole ‘he’s a player’ speech again let me just finish. I’m well aware that he is using me for s*x. But can’t I use him back? I haven’t been with a guy since college and before that it was never. Maybe I can make this worth my while by using him to gain experience.” Mel shrugged when she finished talking. That was exactly what she would do.

“Well I guess you have it all figured out then. Why did you call me again?” Blake laughed.

They talked for a few more minutes and seemed to be back on track after their little argument. Fights with Blake never lasted long; she and Mel were practically sisters.

“I’ll call you later and let you know what went down tonight.” Mel said goodbye and hung up.

*****

The clock seemed to stand still. It was the tenth time Mel had looked at it that evening and the bar was dead because it was mid week. Mel had silently hoped they would be busy to take her mind off of the night’s coming events but so far she only had a group of college guys from the frat a couple of blocks over and two middle aged men having a beer after work. She blew air out of her mouth with annoyance, two more hours of work and she wasn’t sure if she wanted them to drag on or speed by. One thing was for sure; under her anxiety was a spark of interest. She was curious about what this evening with Tristan would be like. Her lack of experience made her nervous, however, and every time she thought about what was going to happen her stomach clenched with fear. The fear was likely remnants of her time in foster care. Shaking the memories away, Mel served only her third beer of the night.