Resisting the Billionaire Collection (55 page)

"I really appreciate this
Adam, you know? At such short notice and all."
And especially only having met your tight, sexy cycle courier
ass just today.

He smiled some more and began loading up on
boxes. 

When they got downstairs, there was an old
beat up van illegally parked out front.

"Let's be quick." He said. "Don't want to
get a ticket for this."

It took another two trips up and down the
stairs to get everything, including Blackjack and then they were on
their way. They drove in silence for a few minutes, the bright
lights and sounds of New York City flowing past outside them.

"I just want to thank you again." MJ said.
The words struggled to come out. It was difficult being an
independent spirit in need of help. Adam recognized it all too
well. "It's just that I'm between apartments for a day or two, you
know? I signed a lease that begins just after this one ends."

Adam didn't say anything, he just focused on
the traffic and then shot her another one of those sexy smiles. He
didn't mention he had overheard her landlord telling her she needed
to get out the apartment. Why embarrass her more? Her bad luck was
his lucky day.

They were obviously meant to be together.
Tonight.

"It doesn't matter why you need a place, MJ.
You certainly don't need to explain anything to me. I'm just happy
that I was around to help out when you needed it. Like I said,
today's my lucky day. Not only did I get to meet this cool, awesome
babe today, but she's coming over to my place to hang out with me.
I feel like you're doing me a favor for God's sake."

Blackjack gave a loud purr in MJ's arms as
though he agreed.

MJ didn't say anything. She couldn't. Here
she was next to this totally cool guy, good looking and charming as
all hell, and he was the only person in New York City who had come
to her rescue when she needed it. He was officially her new best
friend, her knight in shining armor, and she didn't even know his
last name. 

Every now and again Adam shot a quick glance
to the silent beauty by his side. He couldn't help himself. He felt
like he was back in high school again. Her perfectly formed knees
resting one on top of the other, her soft pale arms surrounding her
purring cat, and the cascade of her dark red hair on her shoulders.
She was so close to him.

The he heard a stifled whimper and he turned
his head fully towards her. She had begun to tear up
again. 

What the hell is wrong
with me?
She asked herself.
Please, not here. Not like this. I never used to
cry and now I just can’t seem to stop anymore.
Within seconds the tears were rolling down her pale cheeks
and a stifled whimper made Adam turn his head and take
notice.

"MJ! What's wrong, baby?" He asked, adding
in the 'baby' without thinking. He pulled out of traffic, ignoring
the honking and swearing, and then put his arms around her. It felt
so good. He had taken advantage of women like this before.

"Shhh." He said. "Something's really got you
upset, baby. But don't worry, we'll make it better. It's all going
to be okay." Catch them at a weak moment, help them out with
something simple and then before you know it, they’re underneath
you screaming your name as though you were a god. 

This one would be different though. Maybe he
could hold off. Just for tonight. The great thing about Damsel in
Distress Syndrome was that the power of gratitude was an awesome
lubricant to oil the wheels of love. The bad thing was that the
damsel usually woke up the next day feeling used and abused and
fled the scene. This was normally a good thing as one night was all
he ever wanted with most women, but this case was different. As
much as he desperately wanted to bone this sexy redhead tonight, he
would hold off. He didn't want to lose her the next day. 

The insistent angry snake in his pants would
just have to understand.

MJ felt the warmth of the strong masculine
arms around her. The last person who had comforted her had stolen
her wallet and phone. What was this one's plan? Get her flat on her
back while she was feeling grateful?

Blackjack poked his head out and licked
Adam's chin. 

Muchos Gracias, Senor
Blackjack. 
He smiled again and looked
into MJ's eyes.

No way.
She thought.
I'm not
that easy, not that stupid. Maybe you've got that cat fooled but
I'll need more than a hug and a smile.

She pushed him away. As good as his strong,
protective arms around her felt, she pushed him away. 

What the hell?

"Thank you." She said stiffly. "Can we go
now?"

 
"Sure thing." He
said, baffled. "Anything you want." He pulled back out into the
traffic, ignoring the honks and the swearing.

When they arrived at his apartment Tony the
concierge greeted him. MJ hadn’t expected a cycle courier to live
in such a swanky neighborhood or such an upscale building.

"Good evening, Mr. Hamilton." The concierge
said. "Need any help there?"

"Thanks Tony, but we're okay."

They rode the elevator in silence but he
could feel her presence next to him all the way. Having her next to
him was like no one he had ever felt before. He couldn't think of a
damn thing to say except maybe ‘I love you’ or ‘please stay with me
tonight’ or ‘I want you. I need you.’ 

Then he had to
stop.
No boner, no boner, no
boner.

His apartment turned out to be another huge
surprise for MJ. Sure it was a bachelor pad, but more like a
bachelor millionaire than a bachelor bicycle courier. 

"You must deliver a hell of a lot of
packages to be able to live in a place like this." She said. "It's
totally awesome." There was spectacular view of the East River and
the skyscrapers downtown. The Upper East Side was the last
place she had expected him to live.

"Great place, isn't it? I'm lucky to have
it. My room is this way and you can set your things in there. I'll
take the sofa tonight and you can take my room."

He was willing to sacrifice tonight. It
wasn't the way he normally did things but he figured it would be
worth it in the long run. He might just need to take the head off
his steam in the shower though in order not to have a boner all
night long.

"Uh, uh. No way. " MJ said. "I take the
sofa. No arguments."

No way baby, I want you in
my bed tonight. Even if I'm not there with you.
Besides, there was Blake to think about. How the hell was he
going to explain this one to him?

"It might not be that simple. I don't live
here alone and my roommate might not necessarily agree to having
someone else on the sofa."

"Oh, of course not. I'm sorry, yeah. Well
look, I can sleep on the floor in your room."

"No way and no arguments. You either take
the bed or you walk. Okay? I mean it. You can walk right out that
door." He tried to look serious but there was no way he would ever
carry out that threat and she knew it. He would do anything to make
her stay.

 
On the other hand,
she didn't want him to get in trouble with his roomie or make him
feel bad. The guy was just an old-fashioned gentleman, whatever his
crazy courier look and tattoos might otherwise suggest.

"Okay." She sighed. "But I'll make it up to
you. That's a promise."

And I know just how my red
haired angel.
He smiled. "I'll hold you to
that." 

It was already late and he knew she must be
exhausted, so he set to straightening up his room, changing his
sheets and bedspread, and setting up a little spot for himself with
some cushions and a sleeping bag on the floor. He let MJ get
settled and then headed to the shower where he knocked one out as
quickly as he could.

It wasn't hard. The sexiest girl he had ever
laid eyes on was getting ready to slip into his bed in the other
room. It was all he could do not to scream out her name in the
shower as he exploded all over the tiles. He instantly felt a hell
of a lot more relaxed but somehow it didn't make him any less
horny. She was still there, in his bedroom and in his head, still
as sexy as hell and he still wanted her. Tonight. But he would have
to wait. 

Oh yeah, and he would have to explain to
Blake why the girl he had sworn he wouldn’t say a word to was now
sleeping in his bed. He would deal with that tomorrow. Why let
it interfere with his night sexually supercharged abstinence
tonight?

In the bedroom, MJ slipped out of her jeans
and t-shirt. She couldn't help but imagine what it would be like if
this big guy slipped into the bed beside her tonight. Her
girlfriends, when she had still had them, had been fond of telling
her she needed to cut loose, let her hair down, and have a little
fling once in a while just to take the edge off. Olivia had been a
little more crude, making jokes about cobwebs and vaginas healing
up and so on. She could get away with it because she knew her so
well, because she was such a clown, and because MJ always had a
smart answer about the problems of 'overuse' that Olivia would be
prone to. 

God, she missed them.

Adam made his way back to
the bedroom and paused. She was in there. Maybe
naked. 
God, Adam. Just stop it for
Christ's sake. 
He knocked courteously
on the door, figuring she must be ready by now. 

"Come on in." She said. "I'm decent."

Decent? No way sweetheart, not you. There is
nothing decent about that sweet ass that I can think of.

She snuggled down into the crisp clean
sheets and enjoyed the unfamiliar masculine quality of it all. He
put his head cautiously in the door just in time to see
her nose disappear below the white linen.

The tension in the room was thick as freshly
whipped cream.

Christ. I’ve gone out on a
limb here.
She thought.
What if this guy is some kind of smooth predator
and here I am lying nearly naked in his bed? Talk about having
someone right where you want them.

Adam looked at the outline of the woman
under his bedclothes.

Jesus Christ
he thought,
I really
don’t know anything about this girl.

All he was sure of was
that
his roommate, to whom he owed
thousands of dollars with no immediate way of paying, had some kind
of weird crush on her.

What if the she was just some kind of crazy
woman?

After all, moving into a strange guy's
apartment the same day you just met him? Wasn't that
crazy? 

Who gives a damn? Let her be crazy. I like
crazy. I want to bone crazy and hear it scream my name.

He stood for a moment just watching her get
comfortable. He couldn't help but imagine what it would be
like if he slipped into the bed beside her. His large, horny body
next to her soft, delicate white flesh.

What if she decided just to cut loose? Some
girls were like that, so why waste time? They were eventually going
to do it anyway and it would be amazing, world-shaking,
bone-jangling sex, so why not just get to it right now?

Get a hold of yourself, you idiot. The poor
beautiful babe just got kicked out of her apartment and must be all
alone here in New York if she decided to shack up with you. She
needs time.

He looked at the strands of red hair just
peeking out from under the blankets.

She can have all the time she needs.

He padded to his sleeping back as quietly as
he could and then settled down for the night. "Goodnight, MJ. See
you in the morning. If you need anything, just let me know."

Anything at all.

"Thanks, Adam. Goodnight." She said. He
waited for any indication that she would like him to come near, but
there was nothing. He turned over to his side. Normally he slept on
his back but with his hard-on sticking up like a flagpole, it would
have to be the side tonight or lie there like a horny teenager
having a wet dream. The whole situation was bizarre. 

MJ moved around in the blankets, still
trying to get comfortable.

Adam listened to the sound of her body so
close by and felt his hard-on become more rigid still. He wondered
what she was wearing under the blankets. Could she be
naked?

MJ felt the clean linen against her skin.
All she had on was her underwear. 

Why the hell did I do
that?
She thought angrily.
What am I, some horny teenage cheerleader hoping
to get laid?
She sniggered by accident at
the thought.

What the hell is that all
about?
Adam thought.

"Everything okay over there?" He asked.

"Everything just fine thanks, goodnight."
She said sounding very serious. 

His boner twitched. Something was going on
here. Surely he wasn't the only one feeling the crazy sexual
tension. 

It seemed an age before MJ could get to
sleep. She pondered the loneliness of the last twelve months coming
down to this. She was sleeping just a few feet away from this
gorgeous guy in his bedroom, between his sheets.

After a decent interval she turned over and
tried to take a sneaky look at him. He was lying with his back to
her, his big broad shoulders rising and falling with each breath,
his tangled blonde hair spread across the pillow. He really was
something.

She wondered how many erections he would
have that night. She had read somewhere that a man has an average
of seven per night.

I'll take all
seven
. She thought, and then sniggered
again. She turned over quickly in case he was still awake, but this
time he didn't say a word.