Control Me(12)

He squinted at me, his jaw tensed and his shoulders expanded, filling his jacket. “You have no idea exactly how much I love looking at you, Princess. It’s one of the reasons you are here and what we will be discussing.”

I swallowed hard and tried to ignore the pounding in my chest induced by sitting so close to him. “You talk in riddles, you know that? What are you insinuating, Mr. Brunetti?”

Max tipped his head back, his features giving nothing away; that glare of his was lethal. He snapped, “Oh, cut the ‘Mr. Brunetti’ crap. We’re way past the formalities, Jada.” He closed the gap between us by sliding me against him; he was inches from my face. “You think that after you give yourself to me, have your hot, wet mouth around my cock and surrender so willingly, that you can call me Mr. Brunetti?”

I stared at him; his eyes stared back at me with a mixture of uncertainty, fear, lust, and amusement. How the hell can I be so angry with him and want to fuck him all at the same time? This man was totally playing with my mind.

“Well, you are right, we are way past formalities. I believe there was nothing formal in the way we behaved in the pool house.”

He smiled at me, and instantly his anger at me calling him ‘Mr. Brunetti’ vanished. “Princess, there wasn’t anything ‘formal’ about what we did at all, but fuck it was hot, babe, and I plan to do it again soon.”

He was so close to me that I could smell the unique, masculine scent of his skin mixed with his aftershave, making it impossible for me to think straight.

“What I’m insinuating, Princess, is that you want it just as bad as I do; announcing to your parents not to ‘wait up’ just sealed the deal. We can have a lot of fun tonight, babe.”

“Fun? You are my best friend’s brother. There is no way we will be doing it again.”

“You are such a liar. I can see it in your face, the way you look at me. You. Want. Me.”

Thank God, his driver took that moment to interrupt us and announce we’d arrived at the restaurant. I let myself out of the car before he could touch me again. How the hell was I going to get through this dinner with him? I had no idea. God help me!





CHAPTER SEVEN


MAX

Once the waiter seated us, I noticed she tried to scoot as far away from me as possible. The restaurant was quiet and dark and located in the town of Lyndoch, on the Barossa Valley Highway. This eatery was renowned for its amazing steaks. I didn’t realise how hungry I was until I walked through the door and smelt the delicious aromas. My mouth was watering, and not just for food.

When she scooted over in the booth, her white dress inched up higher, exposing a gorgeous amount of silky, tanned thighs. Her nipples were hard, and I could have sworn they were winking at me through the flimsy material; there was no way she was wearing a bra with that dress. I had to get control over my burning desire for her. I took the liberty of ordering for her, and she didn’t complain; our food arrived within twenty minutes. I watched her intensely as she ate; her reaction toward me was turning me on something fierce. She gripped her glass of champagne with fingers that trembled, and I wondered what it would take to rattle her cage.

“You’re sexy as fuck, baby.”

Yep, that did it; she splattered champagne everywhere. Looking embarrassed and maybe a touch irritated, she blotted wet spots of the golden liquid that had landed right between her magnificent tits.

I smirked, loving the fact that I could rile her up with so few words.

“I’m going to be brutally upfront and honest with you. I’m taking control of the Sinclair Winery, and it needs to happen as soon as possible.”

“But…But you can’t control the company; my father wants it to be in the family. It’s impossible. It will never happen. I thought we’re meeting tonight to discuss a loan of some sort. To talk about a way you could help my father out of this financial crisis.” She paled, looking frantic.

She stood up, grabbing her purse to leave, but I pushed her back down into the booth and growled at her through clenched teeth. “Sit down. I’m not finished!”

“What the fuck?’ Are you blackmailing me?” she rasped in absolute horror.

I glared at her angrily. “I didn’t say anything about blackmail.”

A preposterous idea began to form in my mind; one so crazy, she might actually go for it. Maybe then we could help each other out.

“You would do anything to save the Sinclair Winery, right?” I prompted.

Jada’s steely yet teary gaze met mine. “Yes, Max. I will do anything.

I leaned forward. “Then marry me, Jada.”

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JADA