Free The Billionaires Club by Sky Corgan

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