between them and then sat back in her chair. "Okay, then. If you don’t need to be here, can you explain to me why you are here?" He watched her silently for a moment, thoroughly considering his reply. "Not quite yet." He said at last. Melissa had infinite patience for those she believed she could help with her training, but for silly mind games she had no time at all. 'Not quite yet' sounded like playing around to her. "That's odd Mr. Demovic, because you give me the impression of being someone who likes to get straight to the point. Why don't we cut to the chase here and save us both a lot of time." Jason looked mildly surprised, but not unpleasantly so. Are you here for therapy or for something else?" Melissa continued. "I thought mental health professionals liked to do everything slowly Dr. Price. Are you rushing me for answers? I've only been in therapy for..." he checked his watch, "just under fifteen minutes and you want to cut to the chase already?" He looked her fully in the eyes and Melissa had the awkward feeling of being caught out. Had she been too hasty in challenging him? His intense eyes watched her mercilessly as color began to rise from her rapidly beating heart, through her slender neck and then slowly, slowly into her face. This is ridiculous. She thought. Ridiculous or not, her blush response was outside her conscious control. "Is it getting hot in here?" Jason asked with a hint of a smile that Melissa couldn't help but find incredibly sexy. She gave a resigned sigh, took off her glasses and then lifted her reddening face defiantly towards him. She sat up straight again. Okay Mr. Beautiful Asshole. She thought. You win. For now. Jason continued to smile as she undid the top button of her blouse. It surely was getting hot in there. He raised an eyebrow and then frowned in disappointment when she stopped after the second tiny button. She folded her arms across her ample breasts and felt the subtle swell of her nipples. No man and certainly no client had ever made her feel quite this way before. "Well done Mr. Demovic." She said. "You managed to make me feel uncomfortable. Are you happy now?" "It's only fair." He grinned. "You've made me feel uncomfortable from the moment you looked at me with those gorgeous green eyes of yours and now I'm supposed to tell you about my problems? Just imagine how I feel." Melissa looked at him and mercifully felt her heat and color gradually recede. "Do you always blush when men comment on how attractive you are?" He said. Bastard. She thought. "Do you always use flirtation as a means to gain power over women?" "Only those I find unusually attractive." "Mr. Demovic, this isn't going to work if you continue to behave like this. Now why don’t you tell me why you're here and then we can decide if we want to continue our professional relationship together or not." Jason's expression became serious again. "I'm here because my board of directors insists that I see a therapist. They say I'm giving too much of their money away to charity. Of course the idea is nonsense. There is no issue here--I'm just continuing a tradition of philanthropy begun by father. Therefore, I would like to propose a deal with you." "A deal?" "Yes. A deal. I propose that we save your time and my money. You sign off on twenty-four hours of therapy and I'll make sure that you're more than adequately compensated. I'll even consider putting you on retainer and having Demovic Inc refer employees to you who might need counseling. Say at a cost of one hundred thousand dollars per annum?" He spoke matter of factly, as though it were already agreed. Melissa had to hide her amazement yet again, but the truth was that one hundred thousand dollars a year would be an instant fix to all of her and her sister's immediate problems. She was slowly realizing that the smoldering guy in front of her was not just a successful man but one of quite considerable means--definitely not just a pretty