Resisting the Billionaire Collection

Resisting the Billionaire
Collection

Volume I: Teased

Volume II:
Tempted

Volume III: Tamed

Copyright 2014 Drew Sinclair

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Table of Contents

Acknowledgements

Start Reading T
eased

Start Reading T
empted

Start Reading T
amed

Scandalous - Sample
Chapters

About Drew
Sinclair

Other books by Drew
Sinclair

Connect with Drew
Sinclair

Acknowledgements

My beautiful little family for creating all the
comforting buzz and background noise in the house and Cali MacKay
for the wonderful cover art, inspiration, guidance and
encouragement. Buy and read all her amazing books at:

www.CaliMackay.com

Teased

Resisting the Billionaire Volume
I

Prologue

Somewhere In The South Pacific

Blue skies, lapping waves. For what seemed like a
long time, Melanie lay in the warm sand. She didn't want to think
about where she was and she certainly didn't want to move. The
heaviness across her waist made her look down. A tanned and
muscular arm was draped across her, the strong fingers of a male
hand resting lightly against her lower abdomen.

Was she on vacation? She had no earthly idea
where she was or who she was with.

The arm didn't look like her boyfriend’s --
no, wait -- her ex-boyfriend Mitch’s arm. It was too strong, too
tanned, too well defined.

She moved her head and it began to
pound.

Panic set in.

She looked around her and all she could see
was sandy beach, brilliant aquamarine sea, and azure blue
skies.

"Oh my God... Where am I? What the hell have
I done?" She whispered.

She turned her head to look at the rest of
the man attached to the arm around her waist.

"Jesus Christ!" She had no recollection, no
recognition of the beautiful stranger. He looked as exhausted as
she felt. His clothes were ragged, and so were hers. She pulled his
arm from her, scrambling to get up, but her head was too woozy and
she landed back on her ass. She was wearing only her bra and her
skirt was torn away, leaving most of her thighs exposed.

The ridiculously handsome stranger opened
his eyes, looked at her intently for a moment, and then sprang to
life.

"Melanie!", he shouted. His voice was full
of concern.

"How do you know my name?" She said.

"What do you mean? We were on the flight
together--"

"What flight? Who are you?"

"It's me, Alex your..." His voice trailed
off.

"My what?" A feeling of dread came over her,
that name… it meant something…

Chapter One

Three Days Earlier

"Do you have family values?" Alex Drummond said to
the elegant woman seated before him in the private booth he had
reserved for their meal. He was immaculately turned out, dressed in
perfect smart casual, manicured and his dark hair just tousled
enough to give the impression of not caring too much about his
otherwise perfect appearance. Rugged but cultivated was the overall
impression, like a movie star in an action role.

"Do you?" The woman said, staring intently
into his eyes, searching for an indication of his feelings.

She had supermodel looks and a figure to
match. Male eyes watched her surreptitiously from all directions in
the Michelin star-rated restaurant of the Four Seasons hotel. She
wore a gleaming white evening gown that perfectly complimented her
flawless, golden brown skin.

"I asked you first." He said.

There was a silence. Alex studied the menu
although he already knew most of it quite well. The award-winning
exclusive spot was one he ate at often, even when he was alone.

"I don't know." The woman faltered. "It's an
important question; one I would have to seriously consider."

"Oh, really?" He sounded bored. "To me it's
totally unimportant--"

"Me too!" She said.

"-- what other people think. Family values
are core. Fundamental."

"That's exactly it. Fundamental. And
core."

"If you are a complete idiot."

"A complete idiot."

"So which is it?" He pressed her.

"I'm sorry," she said, "…which is what? I'm
confused."

Alex snapped the menu shut. "You know what,
Vivian?"

"Valerie, it's Valerie."

"I've lost my appetite. You can stay if you
like. In fact, please do. Tell Andre to put it on the Drummond
account."

The woman stared at him. She was rake thin.
Size zero. If she did decide to stay and eat, the bill would be
negligible at best.

"Do you know I speak French?" She blurted
desperately. Alex looked at her. "And Italian. My Mandarin Chinese
is also good."

"I'm sure you would make a very beautiful
interpreter." He said.

"Do you think I'm beautiful?"

"Vivian--"

"It's Valerie."

"Valerie. I really have to go."

"I have a Masters from the Harvard Business
School."

Alex sighed.

"Valerie, you don't have to do this."

"I want to. I really want to. With you."

"Now I'm confused. What is it you want to do
with me? We've only just met."

"I feel like I've known you my whole
life."

"I'm going now."

The stunning blonde jumped to her feet and
blocked his way.

"Don't!" She said desperately.

"Valerie, please get out of my way."

She stepped in closer and turned her eyes up
to look at him seductively.

"I'll do anything you want." She
whispered.

"Really?"

"Yes, anything." She put her hands to his
belt.

"That's a relief, because I thought we were
going to have to fight."

"I'll fight you if you want me to."

"No Valerie. Please just sit down. I have
something I want to ask you."

"The answer is yes." She said. "Whatever it
is."

"Great. Then sit down and close your
eyes."

"Except for that. I don't want to close my
eyes." She gripped his belt tightly again.

"Do it or I'll leave right now." He
ordered.

Reluctantly she closed her eyes. He pulled
her hands from his belt and then gently guided her back down into
her chair.

"Begin counting backwards from 100." He
said.

She opened her eyes again but he gently
brushed them closed with his fingertips. "Shh. I've got something
for you. I'll put it on the table right here. All you have to do is
count all the way down to zero." She peeked through her fingers and
saw Alex place a small dark box on the table. Then he wrote a note,
folded it up, and placed that in the box as well. A thrill of
excitement went through her. She had just met Alex Drummond,
billionaire, that evening. He was a hard guy to be paired with
through the dating website and it was rumored he was very
picky.

But tonight was obviously her lucky
night.

"Start counting and then keep going. If you
stop or if you look then I'm taking it back."

"One hundred, ninety-nine..."

Alex stood up. "I'm going to stand behind
you." He said. "Keep counting."

When she arrived at zero, Valerie peeked
through her fingers. "Can I look now?" There was no answer. She
looked around and Alex was gone, but his gift was still there. She
grabbed the box and opened it frantically.

Inside was a single toothpick and a
note.

Chapter Two

"God, I feel good today." Melanie Hutchinson said
aloud as she smoothed her pristine flight attendant's uniform down
over her hips.

"Well, that's nice to hear." Her friend
Margaret said. "What has you feeling so good today?"

"I don't know. Can't quite put my finger on
it. Maybe it's just that I'm still young, free, and single. I get
paid to fly all over the world and visit exotic locations. To top
it off, there's a plane full of hot, eligible, successful men out
there just waiting to flirt with me. Maybe, just maybe, one of them
could be Mr. Right. So you tell me, could this day get any
better?"

Margaret sighed. "I remember when I was your
age. The world at my feet. You enjoy it girl. This is the best time
of your life. Grab it with both hands."

She smiled at her friend, picked up flight
Captain Mitch McGovern's in- flight meal tray and turned to head
into the cockpit.

"Whoa there!" She had nearly spilled the
meal across him. The Captain had left the cockpit in the capable
hands of his co-pilot while he stretched his legs in the galley. He
was tall, muscular, tanned, with thick wavy dark hair and a square
jawline.

Melanie blushed. The truth was that she had
a crush on Mitch. Ever since the first flight she had shared with
him six years ago on Drummond Airlines.

"I love it when you do that." He said, only
making her blush even harder.

"It's kind of hot in here, don't you think?"
Melanie said to Margaret.

"Too hot for me." Her friend grinned. "I
better get out of here."

"No Margaret--" Melanie protested, but it
was too late. Her friend was gone, leaving her alone with Mitch. In
his smart Captain's uniform, he cut a strong figure.

"This is for you." She said. "Would you like
it here or shall I bring it to the crew rest area?"

"Oh, I'll have it here." He said in his deep
voice. He took the tray from her and placed it to one side. Melanie
went to squeeze by him but he blocked her way. She felt her heart
beat faster. It was happening. He had noticed her after all these
years.

"Where are you going?" He said.

"I've got work to do Mitch. Let me out." She
put her soft white hand to his strong forearm but he didn't
budge.