Yeah, well, those plans went out the window. The minute I saw Max on my parents’ terrace, I became a blubbering mess, drooling over him and getting flustered. It was always like that when I was around him, but this time, he had the upper hand; he was fully-clothed. I only had my bikini on; talk about being at a disadvantage.
How was I going to talk to Max about the Sinclair Winery now, after having sex with him?
And now, he wanted to pick me up and have dinner. What was I going to say? How was I going to face him, let alone ask for a loan knowing I had fucked his brains out only a few hours before?
***
MAX
My dick was still rock hard from the morning in the pool house with Jada. Fuck, I can’t believe I let it go that far. The minute I saw her, I knew I had to have her. I never had a woman affect me that way. With her shy blushes and stuttering responses, she had me hard and wild for her in seconds.
Jada Sinclair wasn’t Australia’s top model for nothing; her body was smoking hot. The minute I saw her in that bikini, minus the towel, I knew I was in trouble, big, fucking trouble. I just couldn’t keep my dick in my pants. I hadn’t felt like that since I was a teenager.
The way I took her against the wall and fingered that tight ass was enough to make me lose control. I hated that. I liked to be the one in control. But Jada Sinclair stormed back into the Barossa and with one look, she got under my skin.
She’d always been beautiful. Oh, I knew she’d always had a crush on me, too. She’d stare at me all the time; I could feel those gorgeous, green eyes on me whenever she was over for her ‘girlie’ catch-ups with Mia. Maybe if she had been older and not underage at only seventeen, I may have acted on my attraction to her. Before I could do anything about it, she had fled the valley to pursue her modelling career.
If my sister found out I fucked her best friend, she would give me the third degree. I couldn’t give a shit what Mia thought or that Jada was my little sister’s best friend.
I didn’t give a shit back then, and I don’t give a crap now.
Jada Sinclair was going to be mine. I’d be breaking all my bachelor-status rules, but this woman got under my skin.
One way or another, I am going to have that woman.
I just had to come up with a plan by tonight.
CHAPTER SIX
JADA
“I know. I know I promised to spend time with you tonight, but I have a date.” I avoided eye contact with my sister at all costs, too afraid to tell her the truth.
My sister arrived later that afternoon, and she was not happy that I already had made plans.
“You have a date? What the hell? You’ve been here only two days, and you already have a date?”
“Well, it’s a business date, really. I’m going to be discussing the winery with Max.”
Milan laughed at me. “You’re joking, right? The Max Brunetti, the guy you have secretly adored for years, is taking you out to dinner?’
“What is with the twenty questions, for crying out loud? I’ll make it up to you, I promise. Mia arrives tomorrow, and all three of us can spend the day together.”
“Fine, but it better be worth it. Do everything within your power to save the winery. Do anything Max suggests, okay? Daddy trusts him, and Max is a shrewd businessman. You know, Jada, you could kill two birds with one stone here, if you know what I mean. Sleep with him if you have to! You’ve always wanted to, right?”
I knew my face turned bright red. “Oh, for God’s sake! Honestly, as if I would sleep with him on a first date!” I lied. If my sister knew I had already ‘done the deed’ with Max, I would never hear the end of it. Never.
“Well, it’s just a suggestion,” she said coyly as she studied my face for a reaction.
I didn’t give her one; years on the catwalk had taught me how to keep a straight face. I guess I’d fooled Milan for the time being, but had to make sure she never found out; I quickly tried to change the topic to my choice of outfit for the evening.
“So, what do you think of my dress? Is it too casual?” I asked her as I rearranged my breasts back into the halter-neck, white dress. Maybe it was too casual, but Max never mentioned where we would be going. After all, this was the Barossa, a country town; it wasn’t like it was buzzing with people in the evening like Sydney. Sure, it had some fine restaurants, but no one really dressed up here in the evenings unless they were going into Adelaide for the night. I couldn’t imagine Max driving all the way into Adelaide for just one night.
“Well, it sure is sexy, sis. But you could be wearing a garbage bag, and you’d still make it look sexy. Bitch, why did you get all the looks?” Milan pouted.