The Media Baron's Heiress

CHAPTER 5

'Tessa you came!' The lead singer squealed excitedly.

She'd also had front row seats to the concert, but she'd omitted to inform Brad thereof.

Brad was astounded that Tessa knew the singer, though he quickly masked his surprise. He was about to have a go at Tessa about not divulging that she knew her, when a petite blonde tapped Brad's arm. He was polite and cordial. It seemed they were acquainted, however he had one ear listening to Tessa's conversation.

Brad was annoyed at the business acquaintance that had interrupted his time with Tessa, but he courteously abided his time. He listened with half an ear, the other ear sharply attuned to the conversation between Tessa and the singer. Brad was also quick to observe all the male eyes on Tessa. She must be aware that every man there was lusting after her, himself included, but she gave her undivided attention to her friend. Only her hands moved occasionally, either to lift her wine glass to her lips, or to draw her hair away from her face. Her eyes never once strayed to any male around the room, himself included. He was amazed at what a cool customer Tessa was. He would have liked to have her slender fingers entwined with his, but as they'd alighted his vehicle, she'd kept a wide enough distance that disallowed any hand holding. In the VIP lounge, she did not cling to his side like the way his usual dates did. Instead, she made polite chit chat with every person who seemed to know her. He'd seen her having a laugh with the band's drummer, and what almost made him choke on his wine, was the conversation he overhead.

'Who you with?' The singer had questioned conversationally.

'Him,' Tessa had grinned, momentarily pointing her head in Brad's direction.

'I don't believe it. I've been sending him invitations to my concert for months and he never pitched previously.'

Tessa laughed, and continued to sip from her glass.

'How the hell do you two know each other? She demanded.

'Picked him up in a bar,' Tessa again softly laughed.  It was the truth after all.

After the concert Brad wanted to stake his claim on Tessa, but again she conveniently moved her clutch bag to her hand closer to him, preventing him from reaching for her hand. He was very tempted to possessively drape his arm around her waist, but he was a gentleman, he would not force himself on a lady. He would exact his revenge in his own time, to his own satisfaction.

 'You enjoyed that concert didn't you?' Blake accused.

'You didn't?' Tessa questioned innocently. She did see him smiling and chatting to a few people.

'You could have mentioned you are friends with the band .'

'I could have,' she agreed with a devilish grin.

'I was the envy of every man there,' he spoke as they drove back to her place.

'Really? I didn't notice,' her eyes teased him.

'I can't wait to get your dress off,' he murmured, sliding his hand under her dress.

Tessa felt arousal hit her like a bolt of lightning. His hand was electrifying, seductive and dangerous.

'You said you find making love in the car unappealing,' she shut her eyes unable to endure his torture.

'That was the limo, and we were not alone,' his hands hovered close to her silk briefs.'

'Brad,' she pleaded, her legs parting off their own accord. Coiled desire unleashed itself like a runaway train.

'Yeah?'

'Take me right now,' she demanded.

He pulled over onto the side of the road, and flipped a lever that dropped her seat all the way back. With expert hands, he ripped at her silk briefs, and it came apart in two pieces.