The Scandalous Billionaires Collection by Drew Sinclair

sexiest billionaire gets a serious case of
transference for his therapist. You might end up having to beat him
off with a stick. That's only if you want to beat him off that
is."
    Sandy left his words hanging in the air.
    After years of profound self-analysis and
intense therapy with David, Melissa had every right to believe that
she had arrived at some level of self-knowledge. She found it hard
to swallow that her flamboyantly gay and mildly irresponsible
receptionist of all people should be the one to point out her
psychological blind spots to her. She certainly didn't need him to
remind her about the dangers of transference; the phenomenon of a
patient projecting strong feelings, usually erotic, about another
person in their lives onto the therapist.
    "If I don't beat him off then you're as good
as out of a job. Flirting with clients is breaking the golden rule
in psychoanalysis."
    "Only if you get caught." Sandy watched her
with a mischievous look in his eye. "Don't we all have little
indiscretions? Hell I'm a gay man from a small mid-western town,
don't you think I know all about forbidden love and keeping things
secret?"
    "Sandy… God damn it…" This whole conversation
was crazy and would have been unthinkable even just a few weeks
ago, or maybe even a few hours ago.
    "Life is short Melissa. Way too short to hide
who you really are."
    "That's not it at all. I'm not hiding
anything, especially not who I really am."
    Sandy's desk phone rang and he held up a
finger to silence his boss while he took the call.
    "Dr. Price's office. Uh huh. okay. I'll see
if she's available." He put the call on mute. "It's David, I mean, Dr. Smith." Sandy had never taken to his boss's supervisor
in the one or two times he had interacted with him.
    "He says it's urgent."
    Melissa hesitated. Her mouth went dry.
    I haven’t done anything wrong. She
reminded herself. He's not my client. Not yet. He's not anything
yet.
    David had tried to call her just before the
session with Jason. He had ordered her to stay away from the man
who had just succeeded in putting her head into a tailspin.
    But on what grounds and under what
authority? She asked herself defiantly.
    "I'll take it inside." She said and headed
into her office.
    She sat down and picked up the receiver.
    "Hello David, what's up?"
    She looked at the cell phone on her desk and
saw that he had called her multiple times, at least ten, during the
time she had been with Jason.
    "Why did Jason Demovic just leave your
office?"
    Melissa set the receiver carefully down in
front of her and sat with her arms rigidly stretched out onto the
desk.
    "Melissa? Hello? Melissa, are you still
there?"
     
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    Jason Demovic was still shaking as he walked
unevenly down the steps of Melissa's building. His experience with
Melissa was the last thing he had expected this morning--but then,
she hadn't given him anything he had expected up until now so why
should he be so rattled, so surprised?
    "Fuck." He said slowly and ran a trembling
hand through his thick, tousled hair.
    His limo slid up in front of him as though
the vehicle could read his thoughts. He got into the car without a
word, glanced at the child booster seat next to the passenger side
window and then took out his phone.
    "It's me." He said. "Have the Boeing 727 at
my disposal for the whole day tomorrow." He put the phone back into
his pocket and then buzzed his driver.
    "Where are we going today Mr. Demovic?" He
asked.
    "The offices of Channel Five television."
    "Very good sir."
    Jason took out his phone again and called his
brother Zach.
    "Asshole." His brother offered by way of
greeting.
    "Good morning to you too little brother."
    "Exactly what kind of stupid do you call this
stunt?"
    "Which stunt would that be?"
    "Upskirt? Channel Five? Ring any bells or
were you too drunk to remember?"
    "I'm taking care of it. Nothing to worry
about. And I wasn't drunk."
    "Taking care of it? Do you have any idea of
the shit storm I had to