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“Chase Davis,” I say confidently. That’s right buddy, someone else did want to be with me.The whore.My mind reels to our last sexual encounter where Daniel told me he wouldn’t fuck me like a dog and he couldn’t believe I wanted to be treated like a whore. That was the last straw for me. Being treated like a queen or not, if a man thinks that fucking you from behind is raunchy, then he can find someone else who likes perfect vanilla missionary position for the rest of their lives. I feel bad for the next woman he’s with. He’s no orgasm Danny.

“The billionaire?” he asks in shock.

“That’s the one. Hey, Danny, it’s really nice seeing you, but I do have to run. I need to call Chase. I’ll catch you around some time.” I quickly enter the woman’s locker room. I don’t even wait for a good bye. The last thing I want to do is shoot the shit with my ex. I’d rather get my teeth cleaned. Besides, Chase would be absolutely livid if he knew the man so much as hugged me.

Whistling a tune to myself, I think on how I just saw Danny, a man I spent a year with, and didn’t feel anything. Not even guilt for breaking up with him. It feels good to know what I want in life and he’s over six feet tall, broad shouldered, with ocean eyes and a “I’m going to fuck you till you scream” attitude.Chase.The mere thought of him makes my sex jump. I need him. Tomorrow cannot come soon enough.

Chapter 17

The plane roars to a stop. Taye and I spent six wonderful hours talking about everything from his crazy kids and wife, Melody, to my wild friends and their constant shenanigans. We spent only a little going over our meeting with our donor prospect, “Theodore Vandegren.” The seatbelt signs are off and the captain makes his appearance.

“Ms. Callahan, so nice to see you again,” he says.

“You too. Another excellent flight and perfect landing.” I beam and shake the man’s hand.

Taye and I make our way out of the plane and true to Chase’s word, Jack Porter is standing next to the limo, awaiting our arrival. He grabs our bags and starts for the trunk.

“Afternoon, Jack,” I say over the noise from the airplanes.

“Ms. Callahan. Glad to see you arrived safely. Mr. Davis will be pleased. He’s anxious for your arrival.” I see a hint of a grin at the corner of his stern face.

Taye and I settle into the limo. “Must be nice having a boyfriend with such frills. Mel was shocked that we were flying in a private jet and being taken to the hotel in a limo.”

I smile. Taye’s truly in awe of such luxury. It still blows me away, too.

“I’m not used to it either, but it comes with the man so I deal with it.” I point at Jack, “It also comes with a twenty-four seven linebacker. “ I say loud enough for Jack to hear. Jack rolls up the privacy screen. The man ruffles my feathers more often than not. He has decided he doesn’t want to like me and it irks me. Everyone likes me. The people pleaser in me is frustrated that he’s such a tough nut to crack. I’m committed to winning him over. One day Jack Porter will be my friend, or, at the very least, friendly toward me.

“That’s got to get to a woman like you,” Taye says knowingly. Ever since Justin, I pride myself on being able to take care of myself. I don’t need a man to take care of me, but I want Chase. And Chase is a man that needs to take care of his woman. So I deal.

“It does, but I’ve gotten used to it. Chase has to deal with the possibility of people wanting to hurt him. I give them a unique way to hurt him so he’s overly protective of me. Plus, after what happened on our last business trip, he’s not taking any chances.” I rub the scar over my eye that hasn’t quite gone away. Chase says he’ll have it removed permanently if it continues to bother me. He hates seeing it as much as I do. Not because it mars my looks but because of what it stands for. Same with the jagged one on my hip. He wants it gone, but I refuse. I need the reminder of what I’ve survived.

“Good man. You know how I feel about you, girl, you’re like my own daughter. Sounds like he knows a good woman when he sees one.” He smiles and pats my knee. Over the past couple years I’ve grown attached to Taye. He truly is like the Father I never had. He’s kind, considerate, and genuinely cares about me and my life.

“Thanks, Taye.” I look out the window as the limo comes to a halt outside a huge hotel. The bellman opens the door and Taye gets out. “I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon before our dinner. Meet in the lobby around four?”

“Sounds like a plan. I’d ask you to meet me for dinner but I’m pretty sure that boy of yours has plans for you.” He shakes his head and laughs and heads into the hotel.

Jack pulls the limo out into the busy New York City streets. I press the down button on the privacy screen. “Where we headed, Jack?”

“Park Avenue,” he says flatly. It takes everything I have not to burst out the theme song for “Greenacres.” Where else would a billionaire live? With effort I refrain from rolling my eyes and peer out the window.

Down the entire length of the avenue is a median with lush flowers and small trees lending to its name. Despite the hustle and bustle of Manhattan there is a Zen-like flow to the traffic. The greenery dissecting through the cars going in opposite direction is lovely in its yin and yang quality of movement. I’m taken out of my reverie by the ping from my cellphone. I can’t believe that man. He’s so anxious! I look down at the display and frown at the unknown number.

From: Unknown

To: Gillian Callahan

Don’t be gone long. I’m waiting.

That’s strange. I click on the “Unknown” name and not even a number pops up. Who’s waiting for me? I wonder if one of the girls got a new phone. I decide to respond quickly.

From: Gillian Callahan

To: Unknown

Who is this?

That should help me figure out the mystery caller. The phone pings, and I look down. The hair on my neck stands on end and my stomach twists.

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