My Possessive Billionaire

Alison

Ryan approached him with a sycophantic smile. "Sir, I sent someone over to check on her and they have assured me that she will be here. Perhaps we should start without her?"

Jackson glanced over and then closed his eyes without saying anything, the soft light casting a shadow onto his handsome face. There was an air of tension in the room, and the colleagues around him were all in a cold sweat.

The party to celebrate Bass Tower's anniversary had already been delayed for more than an hour, and all because of one woman. A fact sure to be a source of great amusement later on to the various directors that dumbly sat there.

Inwardly, Ryan was feeling gloomy, wondering if he and Ann were ever going to get on.

"Ann has arrived!"

Mike's shouting drew everyone's attention and they all looked over at Ann, who was just entering the room.

A waiter eagerly opened the door and she walked casually in.

Her long hair was tied up in a simple style and she wore no jewelry. The black princess's dress she wore was just long enough to cover her knees, and the soft layers of black chiffon only served to enhance the shape of her slender legs.

On anyone else, the dress would've looked cutesy, but on her it somehow seemed elegant.

She wore no make-up, but standing there in the grand lobby, she exuded an easy charm that seemed to demand attention.

Jackson stood up and walked towards her, pulling her into his arms and away from the staring eyes. "Let's get started," he said with a wave of his hand.

After knocking back several drinks, Matt came over. He was smiling and holding two glasses of wine. "My dear Ann, you really kept Jackson waiting. Now you must drink this as a forfeit!"

Ann stood nestled against Jackson's chest, and with a casual glance, answered, "No, thanks."

"It's only fruit wine."

Looking at the viscous smiles of the people around her, it was clear to Ann that they felt aggrieved at the way she had treated Jackson.

Perhaps they thought that she had embarrassed him.

What they failed to realize, however, was that the night before he had kept her up half the night, and that she'd hardly managed a wink of sleep. Even now, she could still feel the tenderness between her legs. Surely, she was the one that should be feeling aggrieved.

"Well, I'm sure Jackson can think of another way to punish me."

She smiled at Jackson, her ruby lips in stark contrast to her snow-white skin. "Isn't that right, Jackson?"

The glint in Ann's eyes caught Jackson of guard, and he found himself unable to pull away from her gaze. He felt suddenly light-headed, the blood pulsing in the corner of his eyes.

Unable to control himself he kissed Ann. It was along and passionate kiss and everyone began to cheer.

"Well, I've punished her. Now it's your turn."

Standing up, Ann reached for a bottle of wine. "What was it you just called me?"

"Well, err..." Matt hurriedly turned to Jackson, sensing something was amiss. "I just wasn't thinking..."

Jackson was in good spirits after the kiss with Ann. Holding her in his arms he grinned and raised his eyebrows, silently observing the scene before him.

"Come on; don't blame us, just drink!" Ryan and Ben were holding Matt down.

Gulping down the wine, Matt glared at his colleagues, much to everyone's amusement.