Control Me(47)
“Yeah, I know you’re right. I suppose I am also nervous about meeting Max’s clients. I don’t want to say or do anything to fuck it up for him.”
“You’ll be fine. You’re intelligent, gorgeous, sexy, charming, and a goddamn supermodel! How are they not going to love you?”
“Oh, Mia!” I giggled.
“See, I’ve snapped you out of your depressive state. I should be a counsellor. So, tell me, what are you wearing to the dinner tomorrow night?”
I described the figure-hugging, red satin strapless dress I had recently purchased when I was in Sydney, with the matching four-inch red, peep-toe heels.
“It sounds perfect. Red has always been your colour; very sexy.”
Sexy. Right. Shit, what if the Board of Directors doesn’t like ‘sexy’? If they were not going to give Max the bid because he was single, I may just stuff it up for him if I didn’t dress appropriately. Oh, well, too bad; I was a fashion model, so they would have to get over it.
“I’ve got to go, sweetie; I just wanted to check in with you. I’ll organise Sunday night, okay? I can tell Milan and Marco, and you may as well get Max to tell Zane if he’s still in town. And remember, everything will all work out.”
“Thanks, Mia. I love you. I better go freshen up; Max will be back soon, and I am looking forward to spending a relaxing night with him.”
“Lucky bitch. Let me know how it all goes after you tell Max. Have fun at the dinner tomorrow night. See you Sunday at the barbeque.”
“I will. Thanks.”
***
MAX
Everyone at the conference table applauded once I finished my delivery of my bid for the resort.
“Max, I must say that was some speech you delivered,” Gary Wells, the President of G.W. Holdings, congratulated me as he stood and shook my hand.
“Thank you, Gary, and I meant every word I said. Having a Brunetti Hotel and Spa Resort here will only increase the tourism in Darwin and put this city on the map,” I assured him as we walked out of the conference room together.
Gary was in his early seventies and only had two sons. One was the Vice President of G.W. Holdings and the other was a Minister of the local church and didn’t have anything to do with the family company. However, both sons were married with a family, and Gary was very family-orientated. I’m hoping that once he meets Jada tomorrow night at dinner, he will change his mind about my ‘playboy ways’ and see I have changed.
“It sounds wonderful, Max. This evening, the Board of Directors will discuss all our bidders, and we will look over everyone’s presentation. That clip you put together on the future of a Brunetti Hotel and Spa Resort here in Darwin was magnificent. It sure won me over, boy,” Gary expressed with sincerity. “We will be making a decision this evening, Max, and you will be notified first thing in the morning. Let’s hope you have something to celebrate at tomorrow night’s dinner. I can’t wait to meet your fiancée; I am looking forward to meeting the lady that has curbed your playboy ways.”
“You will be impressed, Gary. Jada is one fine woman and once you see us together, you will see how much she has changed me.”
It won’t exactly be a lie. Once Gary sees me with Jada he will most definitely see I am indeed a changed man.
A man who is ready to settle down. With one woman.
I want a family.
A family with Jada.
***
JADA
I was bored waiting for Max to return, so I took the opportunity to get a workout in at the hotel’s gym. After an hour, I lost track of time and noticed it was almost six o’clock. Shit, Max should be back by now, surely. I hurriedly grabbed my gear and made my way back to the room. I had left a note letting him know I was in the gym.
When I entered the room, I heard the shower running. Darn, he beat me to it. I was all hot and sweaty from my workout and needed a desperate shower.
“Max, I’m back!” I called out to him but he didn’t hear me.
The door to the bathroom was partly left open. Did he deliberately leave it open as an invitation to join him? I debated whether I had the confidence to strip naked and join him.
“Max? I need to take a shower. How long are you going to be?”
“Why don’t you just come in here and join me, Princess?”
I was leaning against the doorjamb of the bathroom, ogling his silhouette behind the cloudy screen. “Why, are there places you need me to wash, like your back, or is it your hair you need help with?”
He opened the glass shower door and grinned at me. “Really, Princess, you want to wash my hair? I think you need to get your ass in here and start washing my cock instead.”
“Mmm…now, would that be with the sponge or with my tongue?”