Controlled By The Billionaire

Chapter 3

“Ready?” Tristan asked walking ahead towards the door.

Mel hurried to keep up and followed him into the largest, grandest foyer she had ever seen. There was dark hardwood covering the whole seven hundred square feet of it. The staircase in the center was a butterfly shape, with wrought iron balusters and the same hardwood on the stairs. They led to God-only-knows where and Mel was intrigued to see the rest.

“Well, what do you think?” Tristan asked watching Mel in a strange way.

“Your home is gorgeous.” Mel gasped, her hand on her chest.

“If you’ll follow me to the kitchen, I will see what was left for us to eat.” Mel nodded and stayed close to his heels, afraid she would get lost in such a large home.

In the kitchen, on the massive granite island, there were two sandwiches, potato chips and cans of soda. The meal seemed grossly understated for such a rich home but Mel was starving and didn’t care.

“Have a seat and dig in. I’m going to change. I’ll be right back.” Tristan disappeared through another door on the other side of the massive kitchen.

Mel was too nervous and giddy to eat right away. Instead she looked around the beautiful kitchen. There was a Wolf range and a Sub Zero refrigerator the size of her apartment. Having a culinary arts degree herself, this kitchen was like a dream come true.

“You haven’t touched your food.” Tristan said, appearing from somewhere behind Mel.

She jumped but quickly recovered. “This is all a bit overwhelming. I’m trying to get my bearings.”

Tristan had changed into jeans and a black t-shirt, which was so snug Mel could make out a six pack underneath. Warmth flooded her face at the thought and she looked down at her sandwich, still trying to decide if she felt like eating. Tristan nodded and finally sat down, picking up his sandwich and taking a huge bite. Clearly he had no reservations about their situation. Mel sighed, and picked the sandwich up and began to eat. It was delicious and before she knew it the whole thing was gone, along with half of her chips and soda.

“Looks like you were hungry,” Tristan said, standing and taking both of their plates and placing them in the sink.

“I guess so.” Mel still felt a bit awkward.

This whole arrangement felt forced and even though she was attracted to Tristan, she didn’t feel like he necessarily was attracted to her. At least not since that day she played for him. That day the sparks between them were so bright they were almost visible. Mel watched Tristan as he not only set their glasses in the sink but began to load the dishwasher. She just assumed that his maid would take care of it. He turned and she looked down, knowing her surprise would show on her face and not wanting to offend him.

“Would you like me to show you around the house?” Tristan asked, stopping next to her so close their arms were touching.

The feeling in Mel’s bicep was electric where his forearm was touching her. She wanted to move, almost needed it because the feeling was too intense, but she couldn’t, not yet. Mel nodded, unable to speak. Tristan took her nod as a yes and turned, leaving her standing in the kitchen like an idiot. She hurried after him, still afraid she would get lost in the huge house.

“I will only show you around a bit. This place has a lot of rooms and we’d be here all night if I showed you everything.” Tristan spoke matter-of-factly without any hint at sarcasm or even humility. His lack of emotion was beginning to get to Mel but she decided to ignore it.

They walked up the large staircase and turned left. From there he took her down a long hallway and stopped in front of the door at the end.

“This is my bedroom, the master. I wanted you to know where it was in relation to the rest of the house, so that you don’t get lost.” He motioned her to walk in and she did, looking around in awe.

The room was very masculine, all dark woods and maroons and browns. In the middle of the room stood a large, mahogany, four poster bed draped with a thick maroon comforter. Mel was so tired she felt like curling up in that bed and never leaving. To the left of the bed was a large sitting area with a fifty inch TV and a large love seat. Attached to the sitting area was the master bath which had two large walk in closets off of each end of it. Mel could never imagine living in a room this large and her head was spinning with the amount of money Tristan must make. Of course he didn’t want to be with the likes of her, she was nobody but a poor orphan from a bad part of town. She wasn’t good enough for anything but a contract to have s*x. Mel almost snorted at the thought and had to turn away from Tristan again so he wouldn’t see the look on her face.

He showed her a few other rooms, a guest room and guest bathroom, a library and the family room on the first floor. Afterwards Mel stood awkwardly by the entrance to the kitchen wondering what would happen next. Tristan suddenly grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips for a kiss. Mel’s hand was on fire from his touch and she all but melted into him.

“I’ll have Bernard bring you home. I’m glad you were able to come home with me this evening.” Tristan dropped her hand and began to walk away.

“That’s it?” Mel said and then clapped her hand over her mouth. Why did she say that out loud?

“What was that, Ms. Fairbanks?” Tristan turned back to her; his blue eyes the color of arctic water.

“I, uh, nothing. Thanks for dinner.” Mel stuttered. She tried so hard to suppress the emotions she knew were flitting across her face.

“Did you expect something more?” Tristan moved closer to her, the way he walked was like a lion stalking an antelope. The hunger in his eyes increased the closer he got to where she stood and Mel’s heart began to pound as he stopped directly in front of her.

“No, nothing.” That was a lie of course.

“Your eyes say otherwise, Ms. Fairbanks.” Tristan lifted her chin and gazed into her eyes. His were hypnotic and Mel was unable to look away no matter how uncomfortable she was.

She didn’t know what she should say or do so she did nothing but stare back at him with surprise. Tristan smirked, obviously enjoying her discomfort as usual. Mel wanted to shrink back away from him. The energy that he gave off made her aroused and terrified all at the same time. As her body tried to move away from him it also betrayed her by throbbing in between her legs. Tristan leaned down towards her face and Mel let out a whimper against her will. Frustration at her traitorous body made her eyes begin to tear up, even as her panties became soaked because of Tristan’s contact and proximity. His smell wafted to her nose; leather, expensive cologne and male. It intoxicated her and she felt as if she was having an out of body experience. Tristan lowered his head even further still, his mouth poised just above hers. Mel couldn’t move because he was holding her chin and when his lips brushed over hers gently she stumbled forward, her hands coming up to brace against his chest. Her eyes fluttered closed and she leaned into him, her lips parting softly to allow him access to her mouth. But Tristan didn’t proceed any further.