Why Hate the Billionaire?: The Delanys, #1

By Johanna Bordeaux

One weekend. She says it’s over. He says it’s not. Who wins?

I’m Cassidy Delany. Bright new shiny MD. So how do I celebrate? I let myself go crazy with the hottest man I’ve ever seen. Piercing blue-gray eyes with a ripped chest and six-pack abs I could lick for a lifetime. The two of us together equals a nuclear explosion. Too bad Daniel is an arrogant billionaire prick who thinks he can just take what he wants. Sorry, buddy, but with four orphaned siblings to take care of, I don’t have the time.

Daniel Sheffield, MD. I do women; I don’t do relationships. And I always get what I want. I knew Cassidy Delany would be an amazing one-night stand with that luscious body and her smart and sassy mouth. She makes me want to buy an island where I can have her 24/7 until I get her out of my system. But I’ll never tell Cassidy she just might be the best time I ever had—in and out of bed. She may think she walked out on me, but I’m getting her back with surgical precision. As always, this will end on my terms.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tisáne Publishing
• Release date: Jun 24, 2015
• ISBN: 9781943714001

Johanna Bordeaux

Johanna Bordeaux lives in wilds of upper Vermont where she brings her literary lovers to unite on the page. With a background in the classics--the greatest female writers who created the genre of realistic romance such as Jane Austen, Frances Burney, Charlotte and Anne Bronetë--and many years in the health industry. Johanna's novels tell the stories of contemporary romances where people fall in love admidst the problems of real life.

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Chapter One

Cassidy

It's Friday night. My last shift EVER at the Chateau L' Provence.

Brianna, the Assistant Manager and my little sister, is one cocktail waitress short tonight and I'm the only one available. My real life––and the career I've worked so hard for, the one that will comfortably support the five of us––begins in only three more days. But instead of enjoying a very rare night off, I'm walking from the bus stop with full make-up on, ready to serve drinks and smiles. Brianna's dream is to own a successful restaurant like the Chateau and I'll do anything to help her succeed. We Delanys stick together.

Short black fitted skirt, black pantyhose, and slinky black heels an inch too high for comfort or health, but hey, it's part of the job. With an official fitted white Chateau blouse on, I have to admit that I look good tonight. Really good. Regular workouts and healthy habits will do that for a person. And I'll admit walking around carrying things is a lot healthier than what I was planning––a night alone eating ice cream in front of the TV.

If it weren't for Brianna, I'd be at home with a pint of my rarely indulged buddies Ben & Jerry thinking about Monday at Fuller General Hospital where I'll be starting my first year residency in internal medicine. At least this way I'll get a little tip money to play with until I get my first real paycheck.

I take one look at Bri and go over to her at the cash register. I'm here, you can stop worrying.

Cassidy, thank you, thank you, thank you. Brianna visibly relaxes. I know you haven't had a night off in forever, but I only have Vondi and...

It's fine. Given that Benoit has employed all of us at one time or another since the accident, the Chateau is like a second home. It's all summer re-runs anyhow so I'd be bored. I tell her.

I go to the back room, put on an apron, and then grab a pad and pen. Before I hit the floor, I check in with Roxie, the bartender, to see what my area is.

How's it going, Rox? I ask, smiling.

Hey, you. It's too busy to go one cocktail waitress low. Roxie is the main bartender and one of my best friends. Her skin is a little flushed, making her prominent cheekbones stand out even more. But don't worry. No one interesting has been in tonight.

The Chateau is for the wealthiest of our fair city. A six-figure income is practically required to make it through the door. With a Zagat score of 26, it's on all the Boston top 25 restaurants guides in terms of food quality and top 15 for price. It's also on the go-to list of traditional Boston Brahmin-type society people. And celebrities who like really good food come by, too. Don't get me wrong, many of our guests are nice people, but quite a lot of them think of our staff as menial servants and treat us like trash. Even the women treat us with contempt.

My first table is filled with business people dressed in smart suits who've decided to eat after a late meeting, and that means the first of many rounds of dirty martinis. I make sure that Kenny, the head valet, knows to keep a lot of taxis on hand because my educated guess is that none of these people will be able to drive home after dinner. Then I'm off to a table of two and I get their order. I turn in the orders to Roxie at the bar and then go to my next tables.

So, Roxie asks when I return with the new orders and to pick up the drinks. What's the Rolex count so far for tonight?

Too easy, I tell her as I put empty drink glasses to be cleaned while she mixes new ones. Eight people wearing Rolexes in just the first two tables. How about accessories porn?

Handbags for $2,000, Alex? Roxie's dark brown eyes flash mischievously.

Look at tables three and twelve. I answer.

"That's not Prada." Roxie grins.

Ooh, hardball. I laugh.

Then I'm off with the dirty martinis, a Rum and Coke and a Seven & Seven. My next stop brings orders of Scotch and Sodas, vodka martinis, and wine from a group of sixty-somethings.

Being just another cute young thing serving cocktails attracts those men who think you're part of the menu. And why do nametags have to be put on right above your breasts? They're like a license to ogle. The evening starts to drag on pretty quickly.

Usually I'm the Queen of avoiding roaming hands and cutting off pick-up lines, but on a busy night like this, I feel like I'm surrounded. Every other table seems to have men who put their sweaty hands on my legs or butt just as though I was made for their personal fun. Even those who have come here with wives or dates.

It usually doesn't bother me so much but tonight all I can think about is that I didn't spend my entire life working my ass off getting top grades and scholarships to get into the nation's best schools for men to treat me like a sex toy.

A new couple is seated in my section. Extremely well dressed, late twenties or early thirties. The woman must have spent $1,000 on her Jimmy Choos and hundreds on the designer dress that fits her body like a dream. Flawless skin, expensive hair dyed in pale blonde layers, perfect face––probably got her nose done when she got the boob job. Silicone, not saline. Guess her life goal is becoming a living Barbie doll. Her purse likely cost more than $2,000 and this one's definitely a Prada. Damn.

She stares at her date, completely entranced.

Hello, I'm Cass... Then I look at him and stop breathing.

The most gorgeous man I've ever seen cuts me off as he glances at his date then returns his attention to his phone. We'll start with two vodka martinis. Kimberley? He sounds as bored as he looks.

As long as it's Stoli Elit, darling, Kimberley drawls sensually and then her eyes light on me. I can feel her decide in a single inhale that I'm a no one, not even fit to serve her. Or is that too expensive for this place? Kimberley adds, contemptuously."

We have it, I reply, efficient as always, as I look into her purple eyes. Contacts. No surprise. Kimberley has all the beauty that excessive amounts of money, vanity, and time can buy. I may not have had many courses in psychology in medical school, but her type is easy to diagnose.

Then what's the hold up? Kimberley glares at me before turning her big violet eyes to her date.

He raises his head. Thank you.

I find myself staring into the most glorious blue-gray eyes I've ever seen in the chiseled face of a Greek God. His expression transitions from weary and abstracted to growing interest as he stares at me. Something passes between us, and, in that moment, I know without a doubt that he wants me just as much as I want him. It's deeper than just lust. It's pure need. The man is definitely not bored now.

Suddenly I feel more alive than I have in ages.

Daniel, darling? Kimberley says sharply as she quickly grabs his upper arm and forces him to look at her.

Our moment broken, I start walking back to the bar.

I was just talking to my cousin, Lady Charlotte, and she's given us her seal of approval, Kimberley mentions, no doubt for my benefit. I can hear her from across the room.

Shaking her mane of gold streaked brown curls, Roxie stares at me. Oh. My. God. The way Mr. Heartthrob looked at you... Cassidy, I thought you both would combust.

Yeah, but he's not my type. I smile sadly at her.

When is hot and sexy not your type? Roxie snorts.

When he's just another snobby, upper-crust bastard who dates socialites with boob jobs and no brains. I grab the drinks for another table. "They want two Stoli Martinis, dahling."

I pick up a filled tray and go back to work.

Here you go, I give another table of four their drinks only to dodge more grabby hands.

Can we have some more water? One of the women complains.

Of course, coming right up. As usual, William, the waiter in my section, is right behind me with a pitcher of water and ready to take their order. William has been here for many years. To the customers, he's the epitome of professional, but his real personality is a lot more playful.

I grab the Stolis from Roxie and go to Mr. Sexy's table. They are studying their menus. I put Kimberley's down first. Here you are, one Stoli Elit martini.

She ignores me as I move on to Daniel. He's taken off his jacket and I feel a thrill when I see how solidly muscular he is.

Thank you. Daniel smiles enchantingly at me as I give him his drink. His deep voice is utterly compelling. My heart speeds up as he just keeps staring at me. The clarity of his blue-gray eyes reminds me of a lake my parents took us to when we went camping before the twins were born.

You're welcome, I answer, smiling politely back, not breaking eye contact.

Kimberley speaks up. Have you ever noticed how all these restaurants seem to have virtually the same items when it comes to the entrees, just in different sauces? I can practically feel the self-importance in Kimberley's voice. Some prefer truffles. Others use caviar. I'm sick of it all.

While still staring into my eyes, Daniel says. So check out the specials. Somehow I don't mind that he spends a moment visually caressing me as his eyes go to my nametag. There's an intelligence in his gaze that that I want to explore. And I can't help but respond to his air of approval.

It's mainly fish and I'm sick of that. And I just had chicken. Kimberley says, her words clipped.

Daniel's expression tightens.

Tonight we also have traditional French Pork Chops with Apples. I mention to her, trying to help the situation.

Cassidy, tell us about it. Daniel asks me. The intensity of his expression makes my face grow warm. Am I really blushing?

The pork chops are cut thick and served in a cream sauce made with French apple brandy... I begin while Daniel listens as though my words are the most fascinating thing he's ever heard.

Peasant food. Kimberley drinks half her martini in a single gulp. Then I can feel her looking at me.

Daniel's eyes haven't left mine so I continue. And Pippin apples. No, I'm sorry, tonight it's being made with Granny Smith apples. The heat from those blue-gray eyes is distracting me. Especially when I can feel it flowing all over my body, specifically in those places no man has touched in way too long.

I can feel Kimberley staring at me. You don't know the menu? Maybe we should go somewhere else, Daniel.

Look at the menu again, Kimberley. I can literally feel Daniel's attention enveloping my body.

In any case, I'd like another drink. A Stoli vodka in case you've forgotten that, too. Kimberley says harshly.

William, their official waiter, comes up. Would either of you like some water or appetizers?

When I get to the bar, both Bri and Roxie stand there looking shocked.

Cassidy, that blonde woman is really loud. Bri says as she pushes a bit of her short, very dark midnight blue hair behind her ears.

I'm sure her date can handle her. I say. All that man can make me think about is sex, something I haven't had in way too long. But despite our attraction, I'm working and he's got a date who enjoys insulting me. Recipe for disaster. Anyway, I'm not about to forget what he looks like. Just imagining Daniel's strong arms wrapped around me and those eyes will make for a thousand satisfying fantasies. Rox, she wants another...

"Stoli, dahling. Roxie hands me a drink. I think they heard her over the Boston Symphony."

I quickly give Kimberley her drink and then move on to my next table. I hear her stop talking about a new club opening to mention how I'm probably too stupid to spell Stoli.

But I'm a good girl, I keep my eyes away from Daniel – even when I hear him ask her if she had anything to drink before they came to the Chateau.

The new group must be a birthday party since people are carrying presents and one woman is the obvious center of attention. They're young so I don't quite expect it when the birthday girl's husband intentionally brushes against my breast as he whispers in my ear to bring a $400 bottle of Dom Pérignon for the six of them. All I can think is how I want to tell him that I can see his wedding band.

Cassidy? Something about the way Daniel says my name sends a pleasant thrum through my body.

I go to him and I make the mistake of looking in his eyes again. For a moment it feels like we're completely alone and we're free to say or do anything. But we're not and we both know it. How can I help you?

He glances at Kimberley and grimaces before saying patiently, Kimberley, are you sure you want the Araujo Eisele Cabernet? It's red and you're thinking of getting the lobster.

Of course. It's the highest quality wine they have and you know we always get the best. Kimberley emphasizes the word we smugly. Quality equals most expensive, apparently. Too bad quality help is so hard to find these days.

We'll take a bottle. Thank you. He looks at me meaningfully, as though he wants to be somewhere else with me instead of here with Kimberley. I glare at him. Daniel may be the sexiest man I've ever seen, but the fact that he's looking at me is making a bad situation worse.

I hear her whisper in Daniel's ear as she glances at me with daggers in her eyes. Can you understand her heavy accent? She's got to be from the worst part of South Boston.

Yes, sir, I'll bring you a bottle. My voice is completely professional, just like it is at the other tables. It's getting annoying. He definitely seems smart enough to see that the more attention he gives me, the nastier Kimberley gets, but he's still staring.

Yes, that trampy manner of hers really does make the waitress stand out. Kimberley says as I walk away.

Roxie is grinning happily when I get to the bar. Hey, Birthday Girl got a Valentino purse for a gift! One point for me.

Yeah, well her hubby has grabby hands and if Mr. Gorgeous back there doesn't stop paying attention to me, Mistress Kimberley won't shut up. I mutter.

Someone's not happy tonight. Roxie observes. But don't lie to me that you don't like his attention.

I'm not going to deny that Daniel is eye-candy and then some, but he's with her.

Daniel? Roxie raises an eyebrow.

I overheard it. No, I'm not particularly happy. They want the Araujo Eisele. And I need a Dom for the birthday party.

One bottle of liquid cash coming up. Roxie goes to get the ice stand. Then I'll set up the champagne.

William walks over on his way to the kitchen. I'll get the Dom in a minute. Damn, that bitch is annoying, but at least it looks like they're ready to order.

Here you go, Roxie says as she hands me the Araujo Eisele, and all the things I need to properly open a bottle of wine.

I take the bottle to the table and show it to Daniel. As he nods, William arrives to take their order. I uncork the bottle and Daniel takes a little too long smelling the cork, almost as though he's trying to smell my hand as well. As I pour the wine, Kimberley orders the large surf and turf. Today it's priced at close to $100. Somehow I'm sure she'll just pick at it.

I'll take the pork chops with the cream sauce, Daniel catches my attention with the way he says the word cream.

As Daniel hands his menu to William, it falls and I instinctively bend to pick it up. Daniel and I bump heads. Oh, I'm sorry, I say as I find the menu has fallen under the table.

I'm not. Daniel makes sure our hands touch as I hold the menu. The contact makes my skin sizzle and I can't control the fact that I'm deeply aroused. He whispers to me in a growl. Your pupils are dilated. I know what that means.

"You're with someone. I know what that means." I don't know why I'm not as harsh as I want to sound.

Daniel's expression changes. It's still filled with desire, but there's something else there, too.

Daniel! Kimberley's voice destroys any sense of intimacy.

We both come up rather quickly and bump our heads again.

Let's do this again. Daniel says. One, two...

Daniel!

...three. Daniel puts his hand on my head to guide me away from his and so I don't hit the table.

I get up too fast and it makes me sway a bit. Daniel helps me steady myself by holding my elbow. My long strawberry blonde ponytail hits his shoulder.

Thank you, I say, stopping before I add the word 'Daniel.'

You know, giving my boyfriend a concussion isn't going to get you a decent tip. Kimberley laughs rudely as she whispers very loudly to Daniel. Plain and clumsy. I almost feel sorry for her.

I give Daniel a pointed look. I apologize, sir.

Don't, he says, ignoring Kimberley. It was my fault.

Damn straight, I think to myself. You had to bring your perfect self in with your awful girlfriend who's dedicating herself to making my life hell. I suddenly feel much too close to Daniel. That's all right. I say.

As I practically run from his table, I hear Kimberley's voice. I hope none of that girl's cheap hair dye stained your shirt.

Kimberley, calm down right now. It was just an accident. Daniel responds in a very irritated voice.

I slow down to walk with Bri as she returns from seating some guests.

Jeez, Cassidy. Bri's incredibly bright blue eyes open wide. I heard that woman from the far corner. She's really being hateful to you.

Don't worry. They ordered. Soon they'll be eating and she won't be able to talk. I say soothingly. The last thing Brianna needs is extra pressure. It's my job to help my younger siblings succeed.

Bri relaxes a bit and that's all I care about. Not the sexy man or the horrible woman.

William better bring out their first course quickly, that's all I can say. Bri's voice is still much harder than normal. She goes back to the front of the restaurant.

Of course, the thought of the two of them of eating would make me think about Daniel's mouth. I know I'll be dreaming about kissing those perfect lips and they will taste just like our most expensive wine. I force my attention back to work.

Luckily, one of my favorite couples shows up in my section and my mood improves. Hi! It's great to see you, I say, grinning. A Cosmo and a Gibson martini.

You always remember what we like, Cassidy. Trina Osborne and her husband, Ray, have been coming regularly to the Chateau since my siblings and I started working here. They're such friendly people that they've become part of the Chateau's extended family. I thought you'd already be working at the hospital by now. Trina says.

That's Monday. I can't believe that you remember. I smile.

I remember the first day we met you, you were this serious girl bussing tables. Ray says with a laugh. He built his own construction business, specializing in business renovations, and the recent slowdowns in that field haven't affected him at all. His hair used to be all dark brown but now there's a few strands of silver at the temples.

There's another outburst from Daniel's girlfriend, Kimberley. I can't hear what she's saying but it's obvious it's directed at me.

In all the time we've been coming here, there's been no one like that, Trina indicates Kimberley with a toss of her sleek light brown head. I saw that outfit in Vanity Fair. If she can afford that, she should be able to afford some etiquette lessons. I don't think she likes you very much.

Ray nods. Usually it's the dirty old men who are paying you too much attention.

Or the dirty young men. Trina winks. Ray, there's too many good things to choose from. Do you want to share?

That usually works out well. Ray smiles at her.

We have the Summer Menu. Do you want the Vichyssoise to start with? And maybe the Summer Salad? I ask.

After a typical muggy day like today, I think that'd be perfect, don't you, Ray? Trina looks at her husband.

Sounds good to me. Ray answers, taking her hand and squeezing it. I'm in no rush to order.

I'll tell William. I say as I leave them. I sigh. It's too bad I'm never going to be like them. But I've known since I was fourteen that there'd be no time or energy for a man in my life.

I pass William and tell him Trina and Ray's appetizer orders then pause to refill some champagne glasses at the Birthday Girl's table. She's hanging on to her husband, kissing his cheek while showing off an elegant sapphire and diamond bracelet. The jewelry is pretty, but the fact that the husband won't notice me is better.

I'm waved over to my first table. Some of them order their third cocktails of the night. Since they are all having wine with their dinners, I'm glad I alerted Kenny.

At the bar, Roxie already has Trina and Ray's drinks ready, as well as more dirty martinis.

Throughout the evening, I hear Daniel's deep and resonant voice trying to quiet Kimberley's loud shrillness. It's clear Kimberley is still upset with me. The Osbournes aren't the only ones who notice. I just wish every time Daniel looked at me, I didn't have such a visceral reaction. The whole situation is adding unnecessary stress to everything.

Once I drop off the new drinks for the business people, it's obvious that Daniel and Kimberley need their wine glasses refilled. I try to be unobtrusive, but he and I can't help but slightly smile at each other and I'm much too aware of him. I jerk myself back to reality as I hear his girlfriend hiss.

It really sucks. I can't even enjoy the pleasure of a handsome man discreetly admiring me without having to be exposed to his girlfriend's overwrought jealousy.

I get back to the bar, dreading going near their table again. The jealous shrew is making my life miserable and Daniel looks so uncomfortable. But her behavior is as much his fault as hers. He shouldn't be paying me any attention now that he knows it makes her act like a two year-old having a tantrum.

Cassidy, I know it's Vondi's table, but could you bring these drinks to table eight? It's on the other side of Mr. Sexy and the bitch. They've been waiting just a little too long.

Balancing eight glasses plus a couple of bottles on a tray is never fun, although I've done it for three years, even in these heels. I feel my hips start to sway the closer I get to Daniel and I correct myself. Being friendly is fine, but no flirting. While I haven't been able to ignore our mutual attraction, I feel confident that I haven't really encouraged it in any way.

I think about the different types of drinks I'm carrying when I pass Daniel's table. Then something hooks around my ankle and I stumble badly.

I don't completely fall, but the glasses jump and clatter on the tray. My pristine, white shirt is ruined as I'm covered with wine and beer. Everyone in the restaurant stares as I straighten myself. Behind me I hear the bitch hiss. And she really is so uncoordinated.

Kimberley! Daniel's voice is like ice.

You will not be embarrassed, I tell myself silently. You will not be embarrassed. She should be. I'd love to say something to her, but that's not professional. I just pretend she's a sick patient and don't take it personally. That doesn't mean I like being sticky or looking like my breasts are bleeding.

I right myself and settle the glasses and beer on the tray so they won't fall off it and go over to the table of eight.

I'm so sorry, I apologize. Someone will be here right away with your drinks.

They're all shocked. I hate to see pity in people's eyes.

That's all right. One of the women says.

I can see the Osbournes out of the corner of my eye. They saw. I know they feel sorry for me. Tonight is definitely the worst night I've ever worked here. Even cleaning up after the flood from the nor'easter of 2007 was better.

Daniel waves me back to him, eyes now stormy. His jaw is clenched. Something tells me that he finds this about as amusing as I do. Cassidy...

I'll send you your waiter. I say as I rush past him back to the bar with my tray of spilled drinks and put it down.

What the fuck, Cassidy? She has it in for you. Roxie gasps.

No need to hide the fact that I'm furious. At least the bitch will be gone soon. He looks way too angry to stay for dessert. Redo these and have Vondi get the drinks to her own table. It's going to take me a few minutes to change. With my luck there, we won't have another shirt that fits me.

I rush through the kitchen and into the back. There's a shirt that's only a size larger than what I usually wear. Better that than too tight. I'm so frustrated, angry, and annoyed that I just want to scream. Instead I take in a deep breath and hold it for a moment before exhaling.

When I come out of the kitchen, I find that Bri is at the register. Her face is completely white. Worried, I go to her immediately. She looks up at me.

He gave you, personally, a $1,000 tip, Cassidy. The meal cost less than $1,500.

What? I stare at her in shock.

The guy with the bitch who tripped you. Bri's bright blue eyes are wider than I've ever seen them.

Now that's too much. He might be the most beautiful and sexy man I've ever encountered, but to hell with him and anyone else who thinks they can buy their way out of trouble. Fury takes over. I see Daniel and Kimberley walking to the door.

Grabbing the receipt, I run and meet them at the door. Stop right there.

What the hell do you want? Kimberley starts.

Kimberley, that's enough. Daniel pushes her so she's just outside the door.

Looking into those amazing eyes I refuse to let my intense feeling of attraction towards him make me stutter or tremble. I shove the receipt in his face. Contrary to popular belief, 20% is the appropriate tip for good service. They're waiting for you to make the correction back at the register.

Staring at me, Daniel reflexively takes the receipt. Cassidy...

"Look, Sir, just pay us appropriately for the work we do." The anger in my voice is clear.

I can hear the bitch saying. Just how much money did you tip her, Daniel?

Your service went well beyond the usual. Daniel says, obviously ignoring her.

"Your money can't make up for her behavior. I tell him. She's the only who can apologize and she obviously isn't sorry."

You little...! Kimberley seethes.

Fine. What do you want? Great, Daniel seems to be getting angry with me now, too.

I want you to fix the problem. I say evenly.

You, Daniel practically commands Kenny as he hands a stunned Kimberley over to him. Here's $100. Put her in a taxi. I'll give you the address in a minute.

Daniel turns back to stare at me. One down. His voice is taut with controlled emotion.

Good. I match his tone. Now all you need to do is go back to the cash register and pay the correct amount.

And that solves your problem? The intensity in Daniel's eyes affects every cell in my body.

Yes, it does. I see something in his eyes that makes me realize just how extremely wound up I am.

Done. Daniel stalks off to Brianna.

I return to the bar and suddenly my legs feel wobbly.

Roxie looks at me, shaking her head. Love the power voice.

Oldest of five, always in charge. I can't believe I challenged a customer like that. I can't believe I still feel just as upset.

It's amazing how a boob job makes otherwise intelligent men blind to how disgusting a female really is? Roxie says.

I laugh harshly. It's like they removed the heart and brain to create enough room for triple-X implants. I'm going to the bathroom. After that fiasco, I really, really need a break. I'm not mad that I didn't stay at home, but for my last night working at the Chateau...well, this is ridiculous.

Suddenly, a strong arm turns me around. The familiar scent of Araujo Eisele Cabernet overpowers me and a wave of desire overtakes me. I'm pushed against the wall, only to be transfixed by Daniel's blue-gray eyes boring into me. Heat rises between us. I have never felt anything like this.

I got rid of Kimberley for good and fixed the tip. Your problem is solved. His voice is husky. He's got me standing less than two inches from his firm muscled chest.

I can't breathe. So?

Mine isn't. Daniel's mouth crushes down on mine and I don't know why but I open my lips. Our tongues touch and I can't get enough of his taste. My arms go around his neck. His arms hold me against him so I can feel his hard muscles through his shirt. I bet he has a six-pack. He's hard below, nice and big. My reaction to him before is nothing compared to what's going on with my body now.

Every single bit of frustration from tonight, anger, my physical needs, and the fact that this was supposed to be my one free night, damn it, all bursts forth, making me hold on to him tighter and rub my body against his. It feels so incredibly good. Just exactly what I need and I need it so bad.

Cassidy. He groans as he reaches under my skirt and finds my crotch. I gasp. Then he rubs me there with sure, long strokes and kisses me again. I can't stop myself from responding to the intensity in Daniel's eyes and the hard need pressed against my abdomen.

You've worked enough for tonight. We're leaving. Now. It's a statement and a promise. Our eyes meet and again there's that connection.

What do you want from me? I whisper. I don't even know your name.

I'm Daniel. And you know exactly what I need. He sucks that spot where my neck and shoulder meet and I shudder in delight. And you need it just as much as I do.

––––––––

Chapter Two

Cassidy

And I do. I've never had a real one-night stand except, sort of, with other students in college, but what the hell...I've got that itch and there's been no one to scratch it for over a year. And I'm sure Daniel will have no problem doing that. Once I start working at the hospital, I won't have time for anything like this again. I deserve a last hurrah.

I let Daniel lead me back into the restaurant, heading towards the door, but then I stop him.

That woman behind the register running this place is my sister and everyone else is an old friend. I say. We're going to tell her which hotel we'll be at and then I call her with the room number as soon as we register with both our names. My uncle is a cop and we have your credit card number.

Daniel gives me a wicked grin and I feel like I'm in the center of an angry storm, so hot it's scorching every cell in my body. Yes. I am doing this.

He puts his hand on my lower back and just that light touch causes the heat to radiate throughout my body. We walk to the cash register and Daniel looks at Brianna.

Your sister's had a very long day so I'm taking her to the Westmore. She'll call you in less than twenty minutes. Daniel tells her.

Cass? Are you...? Brianna's bright blue eyes open wide. Her midnight blue hair makes them look even more startling. She's twenty-two to my twenty-four and I can tell she's shocked that her boring older sister is being spontaneous. Bri looks at Daniel and one devastating smile from him has her telling him. No problems here. Don't worry for once, Sis. We'll be fine at home.

Daniel grabs my hand, making my legs go weak from desire. Before I realize it, I'm sitting in a plush black Porsche Spyder. He leans over, secures my seatbelt, and kisses me. His eyes dilate with desire as he says, Cassidy, you taste too good.

My whole body is ready to fling itself at him, but I hold back. Just drive. Fast but safe.

My motto. Daniel smiles. It's rich and warm and somehow that drives me even crazier than feeling his hard muscles under my hands. He pulls the car out and we're flying down the street.

Despite the lust virtually controlling every bit of my body––including my brain––I recall that this car is a hybrid. Rich man who cares about the environment. Maybe he's not just another good-looking rich boy with an incredibly edible body.

Before I know it, we're at the Westmore and I'm calling Bri with our room number. Daniel's hand sears my lower back as he guides me to the elevator. We ignore the family going up with us as I feel Daniel's hand sneak down to my hip and squeeze.

My entire sex is blazing and I don't want to think about the state of my panties. The room is right by the elevator and as soon as we get inside, I hear the door shut behind us and our eyes lock. Our lips connect like magnets in the most searing kiss I've ever experienced. I don't want it to ever end, but I need––we need––more.

I kick my shoes off then unbutton Daniel's shirt. Overcome with his musky, male scent I have to kiss and lick that beautiful chest. Perfect musculature. His sweaty male musk tastes like heaven. I'm breathing so hard I'm getting light-headed.

Cassidy, Daniel moans my name. He yanks my skirt up and around my waist. His mouth moves to my neck while one large hand begins firmly rubbing between my legs making me burn even more. His other hand squeezes my butt as I remove his shirt and jacket.

Between the two of us, we remove my pantyhose and my panties. His eyes darken. He pulls off my ponytail holder and arranges my hair around my shoulders. I want to hear you scream my name each and every time you come.

Condom, I breathe out.

Of course. Daniel's gorgeous grin is wicked.

Once he tears the packet, I'm on my knees and we're both unzipping his pants. I pull down his pants and smile. Little Daniel isn't little at all. Huge and erect, I lick the pre-cum off the wide head. It tastes even better than I could have imagined. Pure man. I'm rewarded with a deep, primal groan from Daniel. I can't resist taking as much of him in my mouth as I can just to hear that sexy sound again. Then it's time for my favorite trick––you learn more than safe sex when you volunteer in a women's clinic.

I gaze into his beautiful eyes as I grab the condom from his hand. I cover the head of his penis and follow with my lips, slowly and firmly pushing the condom down the long length of him, taking him deeper and deeper down my throat. He hardens even more and I use my hands to secure the condom to the base of his penis.

Cassidy, he moans as he picks me up. My hands are around his neck as he kisses me and fingers my clit. My inner walls clinch. I can't wait, he manages to say.

Wall, I pant as he lifts me and I put my legs around his waist.

As he places me against the wall, I take one hand to guide him to my entrance. Daniel enters me fast, filling me fully. Just a little too big. Perfect. Then he starts moving.

I moan as his powerful thrusts hit every sensitive spot in my erogenous zones and then some. I tighten my legs to force him deeper. More!

Fuck, he grunts. Yes.

The energy just rises as I push and grind my hips to Daniel's pounding. The pleasure/pain is taking my body to a peak that I've never experienced. Harder, damn it. I scream.

There's a crazed look in Daniel's eyes then he starts pounding into me even faster, each move making the delicious burn even more powerful.

I reward him by squeezing his cock with my inner muscles as tight as I can. Daniel groans. Our fevered movements push me to new heights of exquisite sensation. Our eyes meet.

Sudden intense, incredible rapture wracks my entire body. I watch Daniel's face tighten and form an O. As he grimaces, I explode into fireworks and scream.

I'm disoriented. It's so hard to get enough oxygen in my lungs. I realize that my body is still wrapped around Daniel and we're panting, forehead-to-forehead, clutching each other. It takes a while before I catch my breath. That was...intense, I whisper.

That's the best you can do, baby? Daniel frowns at me.

Oh, it was good. I stare back.

Daniel's blue-gray eyes are pinning me down, trapping me so I can't look away. Good?

Real good, okay? I narrow my eyes. Really fucking crazy good. Happy?

No. I'd prefer a 'That was absolutely fucking incredible.' Because that's what it was. Daniel gives a small, slightly wicked smile as his hand moves to the part of my shirt that's just above my breast. Because that, Cassidy, was fucking unbelievable and you were fucking amazing.

My whole breast tingles and the nipple hardens almost instantly. No one's ever called me that, but if that was half as incredible for him as it was for me, then I'll accept it. Yeah, thanks. And thank you. You were right, it was exactly what I needed.

No 'needed.' Need. I need more of it and I know you do, too. Daniel unbuttons my blouse enough to lift out my breast and play with it, rubbing his thumb around the hard, dark rose-colored nipple surrounded by my much lighter areola.

It's... My breath catches. This is nice. I think more is not a bad idea.

We have to work on your language here. Accuracy counts. Daniel grins then sucks my breast. Greedily.

I arch my back into him. Every sensation is on a direct downward path and I'm becoming incredibly aroused. I laugh once. I'd say it's definitely worth trying.

Daniel gives me a devastatingly wicked grin. Oh, I'll do more than try.

You better. I put my hands on his face and bring it to mine. Our mouths crash together and our tongues begin a furious dance neither of us can resist.

Together we finish unbuttoning my shirt and I remove both it and my bra.

He pulls my lower lip out as he breaks the kiss to look at my breasts. Perfect.

I watch as he licks the tip of my breast and shudder at the chill when his warm tongue leaves. Daniel bites my nipple and every bit of need that I thought was sated comes rushing back ten-fold. How about the bed this time? My voice sounds raspy.

"I very much approve of that idea." Daniel's magnificent body rises with my legs still wrapped around him and then he stands me on the floor. Daniel releases my breast while I wiggle out of my skirt.

Reviews for Why Hate the Billionaire?

[Mars Trujillo · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

Where do I find the second books of this series ? I can’t find it in kindle. Can someone tell me where please thank you