“Well, that’s why I’m here, to talk to your father about the Sinclair Winery.” My gaze was fixated on her large breasts that were about to bust out of that bikini top.
“Oh, really,” she stammered. “I was hoping we could discuss the winery at some stage. In fact, I was hoping to visit with Mia tomorrow when she returns from Adelaide. Maybe we can talk then. I can come out to the Estate,” Jada spoke softly, her voice faltering a little.
“Maybe,” I laughed.
My eyes, now moving to her legs, didn’t miss a thing as I made yet another slow circuit of her body. The tiny bows that held her bikini bottoms together left little to the imagination. I couldn’t give a shit that her parents could see me devouring her. Her legs were incredible and my cock was getting hard at the thought of ripping those bows off with my teeth. That taut, flat stomach was begging the attention of my tongue; I was envisioning it sliding down her exposed midriff and continuing down to her cute, pierced belly button and lower.
I had to have her. If she had the intention of staying in the Barossa Valley, then my intention was to make her mine. I couldn’t wait; it had to be very soon, or I would totally combust.
“But first, I need to settle some things with your father. Isn’t that right, Michael?”
“Yes. Come on, Max; let’s go into my study and talk,” Michael said confidently, obviously glad I had stopped by. He was a desperate man and little did he know I held all the cards.
Michael gave his wife a kiss as he stood and gave Jada one on her forehead before he led me to the study.
***
JADA
I tried not to stare at Max too much as he walked off with my father to the study. God, I definitely needed a swim after that; anything to bring down my body temperature would be great.
How awkward was that? I sure as hell was not expecting Max to be in my house, sitting there having breakfast with my parents, for God’s sake. I just couldn’t figure out how Max could turn all my rational thoughts to jelly with barely a touch.
“Darling,” my mother interrupted my thoughts. “Your father and I are going out for the day with Rosa and Pep as soon as he finishes his meeting with Max. Would you like to join us? It will be great for you to get out, honey.”
“I think I’ll pass if that’s okay, Mum; I’d rather stay here and relax. I want to go for a swim, sun bake for a bit and wait for Milan to arrive. She’s due back this afternoon, isn’t she?”
“Yes, she is, and she is so excited to see you. It’s been a while.” My mother makes a point of looking a little disappointed. “Well…as long as you keep yourself busy. You haven’t been back to the Barossa for a very long time, and if you remember, there is not much to do here.” My mother loved to remind me that I never came home to visit. If she wanted to make me feel guilty, she had succeeded.
“Thanks anyway, but I really just want to relax.”
At that moment, my father ventured out of his office alone; Max must have left.
“Janet, are you ready to go? Pep just called and they are waiting. I told him we would be there shortly. Max is going to look over some paperwork and financial statements for us and see if there is something he can find to help us out. If that boy can help, I will be forever in his debt. I can’t believe I let it go this far,” my father agonised.
“Daddy, it’s not your fault,” I reassured him. “If anyone can help, it will be Max.”
“Yes, you’re right there, Jada. You know where I stand on that.”
“Daddy, I know; you can be so stubborn sometimes. Now, off you both go and have fun. It will all turn out right, just watch. See you both later tonight.” I kissed them both goodbye as they left, and I walked toward the pool house.
I was looking forward to a day of total relaxation and doing absolutely nothing.
It was exactly what I needed.
***
MAX
I stared at the documents in front of me.
Shit, I knew it was bad but never this bad.
Michael Sinclair was barely making ends meet. Luckily for him, Tate Turner hadn’t touched Jada or Milan’s shares in the winery; God only knows why Turner never went after those shares. I needed Zane’s help. Zane was a private investigator and a great friend of mine; if anyone could keep Turner in jail that much longer, Zane was the man. He could cut through some red tape for me when it came to scum like Turner. Those shares were the only thing keeping the Sinclair Winery afloat. Not for long, though, and especially if Tate Turner was to be released early.
I needed to act quickly, and there was no time like the present. I had to speak to Jada Sinclair about protecting her shares, and I had to do it now.