Control Me(11)

“Oh, stop with the sympathy votes. Everyone always comments on how much we look alike, so snap out of it.”

Milan was almost two years younger than I was, and yes, we really did look alike. We could actually pass as twins. The only difference between the two of us was that I was a couple of inches taller, had a small brown beauty spot on the top of my left lip and my breasts were bigger. Of course, Milan always pointed out that the beauty spot is what makes me more unique, more beautiful than her. Milan was so shrewd and playful; she was such a minx.

“Whatever,” Milan responded, feigning annoyance.

I gave her a dirty look as I continued to apply my makeup. Leaning forward, I glided the pink lip-gloss over my lips. Fluffing my hair one last time and smoothing my hands over my dress, I spun around and faced Milan with my arms out, asking for approval.

“Fine, you win; you look fantastic,” Milan said from the bed. “In fact, you look so hot I bet some women would turn gay for you, you sexy thing.”

Milan laughed hysterically on the bed, rolling around and clutching at her stomach. Tears were rolling down her cheeks from her laughter. “Oh, God, I’m so fucking funny. I think I missed my calling; I should have been a comedian.”

“It’s not that funny, really. It’s old and a common phrase. I’ve heard it a thousand times before, so I suggest you go and write some funnier material!”

She ignored me and kept laughing. That girl just didn’t know when to stop, but she was funny; not that I’d ever admit that to her.

***

MAX

“Max! Come in, come in. Michael has just poured himself a glass of Sinclair Shiraz. Would you care to join him?” Janet Sinclair gushed at me as she greeted me at the door.

“I’ll have a glass, thanks, Janet.” She led me into the formal lounge room where Michael was rising from his chair to come over and firmly shake my hand.

“It’s good to see you again so soon, Max. I didn’t realise you and Jada would hit it off from seeing each other this morning. Who would have thought you two would be going on a date just two days after Jada arrives back in The Barossa?” He beamed at me with a grin from ear to ear.

Hit it off?

Jesus Christ, I fucked his daughter under his own roof, and the bastard is grinning at me! Oh, yeah, we hit it off, all right; I still had the scratch marks on my back to prove how much Jada Sinclair and I had hit it off.

“Here she is now,” Michael proudly announced.

I looked up and saw her making her way down the stairs. She looked like an angel in that white, tight-as-hell halter dress. How short was that dress, anyway? Christ, was her father going to let her out the door wearing that thing? I’d have to keep her locked up in the car all night.

Fuck, she was stunning. Her long, blonde hair hung loosely around her shoulders, and she wasn’t wearing too much makeup, but I did notice it accentuated her emerald-green eyes and full lips. Ah, those lips. To think that only a few short hours ago, those pouty lips were gliding over my cock; that was all I could envisage as she smiled at me.

“Mr. Brunetti.” She smirked at me, running her tongue along those beautiful lips, just to taunt me, I was sure if it.

“Ms. Sinclair,” I retorted.

We eye-fucked one another. I was expecting to see her blush; nope, nothing. Where had that shy woman from this morning gone? I felt an immediate hit to my groin as I remembered how she had enjoyed our heated sex romp in the pool house earlier.

I wasn’t so sure I could refrain myself from touching her through dinner. I wasn’t intending to ‘not’ touch her; Jada Sinclair was every man’s dream. Being alone again with her was something I had thought about all day since I left the Sinclair Winery; it was hard not to. Tonight, she will be mine again.

I noticed how her gaze travelled over me. Is she mulling over being alone with me tonight? I sure as hell was. I had to get out of there before I made a fool of myself in front of her parents.

Lifting her eyes back to mine, she continued to smirk, obviously knowing she had an effect on me.

“Well, we better get going. The car is waiting outside. I’m ready when you are.”

Bidding my farewell to her parents, I manoeuvred her with remarkable speed out the door, desperate to get her alone.

“Yes. Yes, I’m ready; let’s go.” She quickly kissed her parents and closed the door behind her with a, “Don’t wait up.”

***

JADA

“Quite the confident little Princess, aren’t you?” Max whispered in my ear as I settled next to him in the car.

One thing I wasn’t expecting was for him to pick me up in a limousine. Shit, this means I’m now completely alone with him in the back seat. I panicked. I couldn’t ignore the fact that he was studying me so intently. I tried to calm my nerves as I was buckling up my seatbelt, so I didn’t reply to his question straight-away. Once the car was in motion, I leaned back into my seat. I could feel his hot eyes moving over my body, and I flattened my palm against the leather and challenged him. “You know that saying ‘take a picture; it lasts longer,’ don’t you?”