The Billionaires Club (9 page)

“
What are you doing?” I bark
at him.

“
We're going upstairs for a
drink.”

“
I already told you I'm done
with you.” I try to push my hand around him to open the door, but
he blocks the buttons with his imposing frame. All I can do is
scowl at him as the elevator continues its ascent to twenty-story
hell. “I don't want to talk to you,” I insist, knowing exactly what
his talking will consist of. If he gets me in that room, I'll be
lost. He'll take advantage of me. I'll melt. It will be all
over.

“
You're going to talk to
me,” his voice is firm and unyielding.

I get as far away from him as possible
in the elevator, pressing my back against the wall and crossing my
arms over my chest. My eyes never leave him, anticipating his next
move. He'll pounce on me soon. He always does.

When we reach the top floor, the
elevator door opens, and he steps aside, gesturing for me to exit.
I rush past him, then continue to keep my distance while he goes to
open the door to his suite. Every time I've come up here before,
there's been a strange rush of excitement coursing through me as I
wait for him to open the door. Now there's just dread, like I'm
knowingly walking into a losing battle.

“
You've already come this
far,” he says to me as he holds the door open, his tone
surprisingly gentle for the heated argument we just had.

“
Just talking. No sex.” I
keep rooted in place, showing him that I'm strictly business
tonight.

He sighs, “Alcohol and
talking.”

“
No sex,” I repeat. “No sex
or you go in there alone.”

“
No sex,” he relents
finally.

Reluctantly, I step through the door. I
don't trust him one bit. The word 'no' doesn't exist in his
vocabulary in a sentence where the word 'sex' is involved. I've
likely just walked into a trap.

“
What would you like?” he
asks while I make my way to the sectional sofa.

“
Bourbon on the rocks.” I'm
going to need something strong to temper my anger, though drinking
around him probably isn't the best idea.

He returns several moments later with
two glasses, handing one over as he sits across from me. The
distance he puts between us surprises me, but I'm glad. It will be
easier to resist him if he's not constantly on top of
me.

“
I like you, Tessa,” he
begins, swirling the ice in his glass before taking a drink. I
don't know how to respond to that, so I just sit there, staring out
the window, avoiding his gaze. “Do you like me?”

“
If this is the part where
you try to convince me that it's fine for us to keep fucking, then
it's not going to work.”

“
What do you want from me?
What would it take to make you more comfortable with
me?”

“
I want to know why you're
so jealous.” I turn to him and immediately regret it. The way the
moon casts a glow on his face makes him look breathtakingly
handsome.

“
The answer to that is
simple. I don't like to share.”

“
We've been over this
already,” I sigh, exhausted with the broken-record conversation
we're having.

“
You asked me a question. I
gave you an answer. It's not my fault if you don't like
it.”

“
I don't belong to you,
Anders,” I say as if he's dense.

“
No, you don't, but maybe I
want you to.” He takes a long sip of bourbon, staring over the
glass at me. The look in his eyes is pure seduction, and I'm
feeling strange stirrings. Stirrings I shouldn't be having in the
middle of such an intense conversation. I want him. So badly. Every
second that we spend together is a second that my resolve slips
away.

“
I don't get what you mean,”
I stutter.

“
I don't want another man
putting his hands on you. Not here. Not when you leave. I want you
to belong to me.”

It feels like my heart has stopped. Is
he actually talking about after I leave The Billionaires Club. He
can't be serious.

“
When I leave here, we'll
never see each other again,” I say, though it sounds more like a
question.

“
It doesn't have to be that
way.”

“
I'm not sure I
understand.”

“
I looked at your paperwork.
You live here in San Francisco. I live here in San Francisco.
There's no reason why we can't keep seeing each other.”

I can't believe what he's telling me.
He actually wants to see me after my time at The Billionaires Club
is up. My head is spinning at the prospect of what that could
mean.

“
If that was the case, you'd
have to shed the disguise,” I say, feeling a bit
suspicious.

“
The disguise?” he lets out
a short laugh.

“
Anders. You said it's a
nickname.”

“
I'd rather wait until after
our time here is through before I give you details about myself.”
He takes a sip of his drink and looks out the window as if me even
asking about his name makes him uncomfortable.

“
How do I know you're not
trying to trick me?” I stare at him.

“
Why would I trick
you?”

“
It's easy for you to say
this now, have fun with me until it's time for me to leave, and
then never make good on wanting to see me afterward.” It's not
until I finish speaking that I realize how incredibly pathetic it
sounds.

“
One question.”

“
What?”

“
You get to ask me one
question, and I'll answer it now. The rest we'll save for later. Is
that sufficient enough for you?”

I think for a minute, then nod in
agreement. “What's your real name?”

“
Anderson. Anders is short
for Anderson.”

“
What's your last
name?”

His face broadens into a grin as he
gazes at me over the top of his glass. “One question, not
two.”

“
It's the same question.
Still about your name. When I asked for your name, I meant your
full name.”

“
Then you should have asked
me what my full name is. But you didn't. You asked me what my name
is. I gave you my name. Whether it's my first or last name is
irrelevant.”

“
Ugh. You're horrible.” I
pout, setting my drink down and crossing my hands over my chest to
glare at him.

“
I really do enjoy your
company, Tessa. You're absolutely delightful.”

It's odd to share a conversation with
him like this, entirely devoid of sex. I can still feel my body on
edge, as if I'm waiting for him to make a move. Maybe I am. Now
that we've had this small bit of honest intimate time together, I
think I'm rather ready for things to progress. My hormones are on
overdrive from the thought that he wants to continue seeing me
after I leave The Billionaires Club. My attraction to him has risen
tenfold in the span of just a few minutes inside his
suite.

“
You're . . . interesting,”
I tell him, not knowing what else to say.

He guffaws at my response, continually
amused by me, which is a bit irritating. It's like he gets some
sick pleasure out of bending and twisting and shaping my
emotions.

I watch him down his glass of bourbon
before he sets it on the coffee table and stands up. Here it is.
He's going to make his move. My body screams jubilantly in
anticipation.

“
Shall we.” He gestures to
the door, and I give him a confused look in return. “You said you
just wanted to talk. We talked.”

I almost forgot about my no sex clause.
Never in a million years did I think he would actually respect
it.

Reluctantly, I stand, setting my glass
down on the coffee table and following him to the door. My body is
hesitant to leave, now yearning for his touch more than ever. I
want him to fuck me on the floor. To pound between my legs while I
scream his name and rake my fingers through his hair. I want him to
drive me to the heights of pleasure that he's so capable of
doing.

He opens the door for me to leave, and
I stand on the threshold, staring at the elevator. I don't want to
go. I want to stay with him all night. I want to sleep in his bed
and wake up in his arms. He probably doesn't want that
though.

“
Are you alright?” he
asks.

“
Do you want to have sex
now?” my voice is small and sheepish.

An arrogant grin crosses his face. “I
thought you just wanted to talk. No sex.”

“
We did talk.”

He bends forward, and I feel his hot
breath on my ear. The sensation of it sends a wanton shiver
throughout my body. “How can I ever expect you to trust me if I go
back on my word tonight?”

***

“
So you didn't fuck?”
Stephanie asks me, sounding genuinely surprised.

“
No.” I shake my head,
looking over at her where she's sitting under the hair dryer next
to mine.

“
He just brought you up to
his suite to talk?” She can't seem to force herself to believe
me.

“
Yeah. We just talked. I'm
completely blown away too.”

“
That is odd.”

“
Is it normal for the
billionaires to see their clients outside of The Billionaires
Club?” I ask, trying not to sound too hopeful.

“
I've never heard of it
before. Then again, I'm not as young as you either. None of these
young rich men would want to spend their spare time with an old bat
like me.”

“
Don't say that about
yourself,” I chastise her.

“
What? It's
true.”

“
He said his real name is
Anderson,” I continue, feeling stupidly happy that he even gave up
that much information.

“
I can see why he didn't
want to tell you anything else,” Stephanie says dryly.

“
Why is that?” I give her a
confused look.

“
Because this whole place
would know.”

“
Oh.” I scowl. It seemed
alright to tell her, because we're friends. I guess she's right
though. Maybe I should keep my mouth shut. He told me his name in
confidentiality because he thought I would keep it a secret.
Perhaps he was right not to tell my anything else. Not
yet.

“
You're so naive it's almost
adorable.” She rolls her eyes at me.

“
I'm not following.” I don't
understand why she sounds so grumpy and bitter today, but it's
starting to piss me off.

“
While I don't doubt he has
an interest in you, I wouldn't hope that it will turn into anything
more. Guys like him enjoy variety.”

“
Variety,” I repeat the word
before what she's trying to tell me sinks in. “Oh, you think he
just wants to keep seeing me for the sex.”

“
I just don't want to see
you get hurt. You're such a sweet girl.”

“
I appreciate your
concern,” I say with a smile. “If I do start seeing him outside of
here, I promise I won't get too attached.”

“
Good. Because guys like
him are designed to destroy girls like you.”

CHAPTER SEVEN

“
I think we need to talk
again,” I tell Anders as he pulls me into his suite on Monday
night.

“
We can talk later,” he
says as he closes the door behind us and then aggressively presses
me up against the wall, taking my wrists and pinning them above my
head. I can feel his arousal against the sheer dress I'm wearing,
begging for me to spread my thighs for him. His manhood feels good
there, like it belongs inside of me.

“
I want to talk now,” I
breath.

Silently, my body begs for him. His
free hand pulls the top of my dress down, allowing my breasts to
spill over the front. He bends to take one of my nipples in his
mouth, sucking and forcing my protests to turn to moaning. There
will be no talking now. I can see that.

“
I want you so badly. All
I've been able to think about is you.” He moves to kiss a trail up
the side of my neck as he unzips his pants and pulls his cock out.
I can hear the neediness in his words, and it only turns me on
more. “I haven't been able to think about anyone else but
you.”

“
Is that so?” I practically
giggle.

“
That's so,” his voice is
dead serious, sending fluttering happiness through my
chest.

“
I've missed you,” I dare
to say while he's busy hiking up my dress. I wiggle my hands out of
his grasp and wrap my arms around his broad shoulders.

“
I've missed you too.” His
mouth finds mine, and he kisses me hungrily, stifling any reply I
might make. I savor the taste of him, groaning into his mouth. His
lips move deftly on top of mine, kissing and nibbling and taking
what's his.

“
I need to fuck you right
now. I can't wait. My body can't handle it.”

I hear a condom package ripping, and
when I look down between us, he quickly sheaths his dick. Just
seeing him hard fills me with a strange sense of accomplishment.
He's so wanton, and it's all for me.