Blackmailing The Billionaire(19)

She'd been with him almost non-stop for a couple weeks. She'd just  pretend they were back in his office. She could use the time to  hopefully get some much wanted answers out of him and make real headway  on her article.

He stepped from the bathroom as she was finishing their lunch. He wore a  pair of skin-tight jeans, and an old sweatshirt, with the sleeves  pushed to his elbows. He looked good, good enough she wouldn't mind him  on the menu. She shook her head to clear the unwanted thoughts, which  caused him to give her another of his confused looks.

"Thanks for the food, it looks good," he said as he sat across from her at the small table.

"It's not like you could complain if you didn't like it. We don't exactly have take-out," she replied.

"Cassie, we're stuck here for who knows how long, can't we just make the  best out of the situation," he said as if he were a parent scolding his  child.

"You're right. We may as well work on the interview. If I can get enough  information, you'll be rid of me sooner," she said with a smile.

"What if I don't want to be rid of you sooner?" he asked, his eyes  turning seductive. She blinked, then looked at him again, trying to  figure him out. No way was she sleeping with him again, it hadn't turned  out well the first time.

"What you think doesn't matter much to me," she said sweetly.

"Ah, then we're at an impasse. I'll tell you what, Cassie," he paused,  as he spoke her name seductively. "We'll go back and forth with the  questions. You ask one, then it's my turn."

Cassie didn't like the turn in the situation. She didn't know what he  was playing at but if he thought she'd back down, then he'd be sadly  mistaken.

"Fine, I'm an open book, Max," she said. If she wanted to be a reporter,  she needed to know how to act under pressure. Well, a situation didn't  get much more tense than it was at that moment.

"It must be nice there on your high horse. You detach yourself so well  from the human race, so afraid of being hurt, so distrusting of everyone  around you," he mocked. She wanted to defend herself, but he was right.  She'd been hurt so many times in her life that it was just easiest to  assume the world was bad, that everyone was going to hurt her  eventually. He'd hurt her last night, but was she guilt free? She hadn't  said anything to stop the love making. She'd ran for the bathroom  afterward. She was responsible, too.

"I'm not a robot. I do have feelings, but I'm just careful who I let in," she finally said.

"I'll make a deal with you. We're stuck here, in this cabin, for who  knows how long. Let's be honest with each other. I won't hold back on  the interview, and in turn, you be honest with me," he said.

"Let me make some coffee," she stalled. She got up from the table and  took her time, trying to gather her thoughts. What she really wanted was  for him to pull her into his arms again, take the choice away from her.  She knew it was the chicken's way out, but she couldn't help herself.  He made her feel things, he made her want what she shouldn't want.         

     



 

Max watched her nervous movements, unable to take his eyes from her. For  some reason, he couldn't stop thinking about her. It felt like more  than just desire, but he couldn't think that way. He decided he was  going to have her, all of her, not just a piece. He'd figure the rest  out later, but for the time being she couldn't escape him, and when he  put his full effort into something, he got what he wanted.

Max slowly stood and walked up behind her. His hand lifted to her hair,  pushing it aside. He smiled as her body tensed. She didn't say anything  as his hand caressed the small of her nape. He leaned down and brushed  his lips against the smooth column of her neck, and he felt powerful  when he spotted the goosebumps popping up on her skin. She was so  sensual, so responsive, it was a powerful boost to his ego.

"You smell so good. I love this spot right her, the spot you dab just a  hint of your sweet perfume," he whispered as he licked the small dent on  the side of her neck. His lips moved over her shoulder as he brushed  aside her blouse. For him barely touching her, it was unbelievably  erotic. She could feel the dampness of arousal building within her body.

"I'm sorry about last night. I panicked. I don't know why, I've just  never felt such intense feelings with a woman, before you," he continued  seducing her with his words. His hands reached around the front of her,  brushing over her over-sensitive breasts as he began unbuttoning her  blouse slowly, each button exposing more of her skin to him.

His mouth traveled down her shoulder, then her arm as her shirt started  sliding away. His hands pushed the fabric away, gently brushing over her  quivering stomach, then moving upward to caress her lace covered  breasts. Her nipples strained against the now rough fabric as his palms  brushed the peaks. She gripped the counter, trying to keep herself from  falling. His body pressed into hers, his arousal obvious, as he shifted  his hips for a tighter fit against her. She knew she should protest, but  she didn't want to. Why should she stop something she wanted so badly?

Finally, he turned her in his arms, and the passion glazed expression in  his eyes ended her internal protests. How could she resist the man when  he so obviously wanted her? He lifted her in his arms, and made his way  toward his bedroom. All thoughts of talking were long forgotten as he  took his time loving her for the remainder of the afternoon.





Cassie woke up, surprised she'd fallen asleep. Of course, she normally  didn't spend an afternoon making love. She stretched her sore muscles  and couldn't stop the satisfied smile that came to her face. Max was a  phenomenal lover. He'd touched her in places she didn't even know were  sensitive. She could feel her body start to ache, just from the thought  of what he'd done to her.

She moved to get up, and his eyes opened a crack. He lazily looked at  her from underneath his lashes. With just a look, the man could make her  give him anything he ever wanted. How could he hold so much power over  her? It was a bit frustrating, when she'd always guarded herself so  well.

"You look even more stunning after hours of love-making," he said while  running his hand down her side, past the sensitive skin of her hip. She  was fully conscious she was naked. He leaned in and softly kissed her  when her stomach rumbled loudly, making them both aware she was hungry.

"I suppose we should get up," he said with reluctance. She laughed,  filled with joy. She refused to think about what would happen once they  got out of the cabin. She was sure he'd go right back to the same  standoffish man she knew so well. She just hoped she kept her heart  intact in the meantime.

"That sounds perfect. I think it's your turn to prepare dinner," she  said. She jumped from the bed, quickly racing from the room. Even though  he now knew every square inch of her body, she was still self-conscious  to stand before him in the nude. She didn't know a single woman who  didn't have some sort of body issue they dealt with.

Cassie took her time in the shower, letting the hot water ease her aches  away. She knew she should hurry, considering they were on a limited  supply of power, but she couldn't force herself to turn off the faucet.  Finally, she climbed out, not bothering with make-up. She opened the  door and her stomach growled loudly when she smelled whatever he was  cooking.

"I figured we better go through as much of the fridge and freezer foods  as possible, just in case we're here longer than we think. I suppose if  it lasted too long we could always just dig a hole in the snow outside  our door and store it that way," he said. She wouldn't have thought  about that, but it was a really good idea.         

     



 

"That smells great," she said, peaking over his shoulder. He had something boiling in a pot.

"It's my secret recipe," he said with a wink. She didn't care what it  was as long as it was done soon. He pulled fresh baked rolls out of the  oven, and soon they sat down at the table. Neither of them spoke for  several minutes.

"Thank you for dinner. Are you ready for show and tell?" she asked. His  smile grew huge. "Not that kind of show and tell. You said you would sit  still for my questions," she elaborated.

"I like the ideas popping in my mind better," he told her with a wiggle of his brows.

"What gives you your self-assured, arrogant attitude?" she asked. He  looked at her almost dumbfounded for a moment. She figured she'd start  with the hard stuff, then move on.

Max narrowed his eyes, trying to figure out if she was serious, or  kidding with him. There was no way she could make love all day, then  call him arrogant.

"I'm certainly confident, but not arrogant," he finally said.

"Hmm, I don't know. You tend to make assumptions about people, expect  things to always go your way, and don't stop until you have what you  want. That sounds like arrogance to me," she said with the same  expression on her face.