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  “Yes, as a matter of fact, I graduated with honors from the “Cut A fool, If He Gets Outta Line” program. Would you like to see my skills?” Georgina snapped. Max was trying to dig, but she wouldn’t let him. Hell, she didn’t even like to.

  The deep laugh he gave caused several women in listening vicinity to give lustful sighs, including the one who was with him.

  “Scoot over here. We’re sharing,” he dictated, and she frowned.

  “You’re so damn bossy,” she muttered as she grabbed her silverware and unrolled it from the cloth. “I’m not scooting anywhere. I don’t take orders from you or anyone else. I refuse to let people push me around,” Georgina mused thoughtfully, “Unless it’s in an adult-sized stroller with unlimited daiquiris topped with mini-umbrellas.”

  “Keep on, and I’m gonna have to spank that ass for sure later,” Max threatened with a frown.

  Georgina rolled her eyes, “How about you just kiss it instead? No, wait…then you’d fall in love with it, and I’d never get rid of you.”

  “Like you’d want to. I’m fully aware that you don’t let people push you around or tell you what to do. Hell, I bet you go apeshit when someone tells you to have a nice day,” Max said solemnly, but Georgina heard the mischief in his voice and smiled sweetly at him.

  “I just want you to know that I’ve stabbed you several times in my mind, Max,” she said and, he laughed again.

  “Okay stay over there. I just want you to know I’m withholding sex on this trip if you don’t bring that ass over here,” Max said conversationally, smirking as Georgina gave an outraged gasp. Damn she kept him on his toes. Sadly, most of the women he knew were only interested in being as agreeable as possible to him, thinking they had a chance to be Mrs. Maxwell Hayes.

  Eyes narrowed, she leaned in close, “For your information, Hayes, I don’t need you to have-”

  Georgina stopped at the cold look spreading across Max’s face. His hands clasped his utensils tightly, and his face was a tight mask of fury. From beneath his hat, black fire raged in his eyes as he leaned across the table to speak in a savage whisper. “It’s so important that you don’t finish that sentence, Georgina. Because I will take it as a challenge and lay you across this table and fuck you in front of everyone here, and you will enjoy every. Single. Minute. Of. It. Then I will take you home and fuck you where you’ve yet to experience anyone, and I will give it to you so good, you’ll be begging me to do it again and again. Because like you said: it’s me and only me. No one else. If I’m lying, now is the time to open your mouth and say so.”

  Georgina refused to give him the satisfaction of letting him know how aroused his words made her as she crossed her arms around her chest and growled, “I was just going to say vibrator, jackass. I could always use my vibrator.”

  His face relaxed, and without losing a beat, he replied seductively, “I didn’t know you liked it that kinky, but I will certainly do my part to fulfill your every fantasy.”

  He had her hot. And bothered. And very, very wet. Georgina strived for nonchalance as she used her fork to cut into an enchilada and fork a piece as their eyes met. She watched as Max’s gaze shifted to a point over her shoulder, and she heard a high-pitched squeal that stopped all movement in the restaurant. It was the sound a small wounded animal would make. As she was familiar with the it, Georgina showed no reaction except to close her eyes and hope that her friend/assistant had taken an “act right” pill or five and didn’t say or do anything-

  “Is he real?!?! Daayyyuumm, boss lady! I was just kidding about bringing me something back from your little country town!” Renee was off and running as she stood next to their booth, checking Max out like she would a new car. “Mmmph! Damn that’s what I like about you, Georgie-girl. You ain’t a stingy gift-giver. I must say you definitely splurged with him!”

  Max grinned at the charmingly over-the-top Amazonian woman with cocoa skin, a short, curly, bronze afro, and large green eyes. He sensed she was completely harmless and loyal to the woman staring daggers at him, which is why he encouraged her further. “I even have all my teeth and a full head of hair.”

  The flutter of eyelashes, loud gasp, exaggerated full-bodied shimmy, and hand press to the chest she gave were telenovela-worthy. “Oooooh, and a voice layered in bass and swag to boot?! Honey, God was working some serious overtime when he made you!”

  Georgina gave an exasperated sigh, “Maxwell Hayes, this is my friend and assistant Renee Barton. I’d like to say she has an off button, but it would only be wishful thinking on my part.”

  Max stood up and held his hand out to her, “It’s nice to meet you, Renee. Please have a seat.”

  Renee took his hand and batted her eyelashes a few more times at Max. “Oh no, Mr. Hayes, the pleasure is all mine. I do declare I’ve never felt a handshake as strong as yours. You must work out quite a bit.”

  “Park it, Scarlett O’ Hara!” Georgina barked, causing Renee to jump before hastening into the booth on her side. This caused Georgina to move into closer proximity to Max, who slid his arm around her and pulled her closer to him.

  “Gotcha,” he murmured into her ear, and Georgina gave him a sharp elbow which made him nip her ear playfully as Renee watched them avidly. She knew that as soon as her friend got her alone, she would be questioned.

  “Well, this is interesting. So tell me what is it that you do exactly, Max?” Renee asked as she grabbed a menu and quickly scanned it. She waved her hand for their server who quickly appeared.

  “I’m a farmer,” Max said, and Renee’s eyes went huge in her pretty face. She turned to the waiting server.

  “I’ll have the lobster quesadilla and a tropical pineapple margarita, thank you,” Renee purred and eyed his butt as he walked away, before turning back to face them.

  Georgina cleared her throat and tried to move away from Max, but his arm tightened around her shoulders. Clearing her throat, she said, “Max is going to be the model for the shoot. Has the location been secured?”

  Renee nodded her head in confirmation. “Yes, and someone from Bonnie Springs will bring the bunnies. And yes, I told them that it was very important that there were no vampire looking red-eyed bunnies. I picked up the requested wigs as well. Capex is a little annoyed for the severely short notice, but has agreed to everything and will have Max’s check ready when the shoot is done. He approved your verbiage for the article and will print after you’ve approved.”

  Satisfied, Georgina smiled, “Excellent. I spoke to Lavon, and he said that he and his assistant will be on set by two this afternoon. Alexis said the props will be delivered by one-thirty. Did Lorena set aside the pieces we’ll be using?”

  “Yes, they’re at the house, pressed and ready to go. We’re all set,” Renee said with a grin as she looked from Max to Georgina. “Now I understand the insistence upon the theme change.”

  “What’s the theme?” Max asked curiously, glancing down at Georgina, who ignored him and took another bite of her enchilada as a slow flush crept up her cheeks.

  “Why it’s Alice in Wonderland! You know the story about a girl who falls down a rabbit hole and goes on a wild and crazy adventure, doing things she never dreamed she’d do,” Renee said with glee as the server returned with her drink. She smiled her thanks and took the glass. Raising it to an embarrassed Georgina, she smiled proudly, “Cheers, girlfriend!”

  Chapter Fourteen

  “Okay, heffa, you drive a hard bargain, but this is my final offer. I will give you two pairs of Louboutin shoes, a Balmain jacket, and that Roberto Cavalli dress you were eyeballing at Caesar’s. Take it or leave it,” Lavon hissed in Georgina’s ear as he applied false eyelashes to her eyelids. “You owe me!”

  “I don’t owe you shit, Lavon,” she said calmly and tried to repress a smile as she watched his expertly-made up eyes narrow on her. Lavon Murphy was a good friend that did hair and makeup for El Sol & Le Moon and a devoted Kat Williams impressionist. He agreed to do today’s makeup as a favor for Geor
gina introducing him to his boyfriend, Marquise Santiago, one of her former roommates. “Besides, I thought you were happy with Marquise.”

  “I am happy with Marquise, bish! It’s just…my gawd look at him!!!” Lavon whined as he contoured Georgina’s cheekbones. “His fine ass is a freak of nature! Like a hybrid of Boris, Idris, and Lance with a little bit of “Lawd have mercy” sprinkled on him!”

  The reference to some of the finest black actors around gave Georgina pause. There wasn’t a woman alive who wasn’t aware of those supremely sexy and talented men, but in her opinion, they didn’t even come close to Max. She glanced over to where he stood, dressed in a black English style suit that fit his tall, muscular frame perfectly, talking to Daniel and Simone Capex who’d stopped by to say hello. She watched as Daniel rubbed Simone’s small baby bump lovingly and prayed that the couple’s philandering ways were over for good. DJ Tiesto’s mix tapes blared on the set. Max caught her eye and smiled, as comfortable here in her world as he was on the farm.

  Georgina smiled back in appreciation. “I agree with you, Lavon. He is a very good-looking gentleman. Unfortunately, you’re not his type, doll.”

  “Hmmph, well all I’m sayin’ is, he don’t know what he’s missin’ because when Lavon Murphy puts it down-”

  “Boy, stop! I think your weave is in a little too tight if you haven’t figured out that our little Miss Prim and Proper here and Farmer Max are an item,” Renee informed Lavon as she interrupted them to hand out water bottles.

  Lavon stopped applying foundation and looked at Georgina’s mortified face in shock and disbelief. “Bish! Get. Out. I thought you kept your legs shut tighter than the Disney vault after a movie goes back in! Hell, it’d be easier to get into Fort Knox than your cooch-”

  He stopped, and Renee whooped with laughter as Georgina graced them both with an evil look. “I feel like I don’t get nearly enough credit for restraining myself from killing the both of you. The world would definitely be a saner place. Now can we please focus? I don’t want to be out here too late.”

  There was a moment of silence before Lavon spoke again. “Okay, this is the last thing I’m going to say about it. Even if you want to be all stingy and not share details, I know how good the farm boy puts it down. Hell, if he’s looking at animals fucking and gettin’ theirs all day, it must be intense when he finally gets a little- ”

  “LAVON!” Georgina shouted, causing everyone on set to look at them, but even she couldn’t resist them for long and succumbed to their gales of laughter as they high-fived each other.

  “You really like him, don’t you?” Renee deduced when they were finally able to catch their breath, watching as Georgina’s eyes kept straying towards Max who was doing likewise.

  With a sigh, Georgina finally admitted aloud what was in her heart. “I do. So very, very much. He’s kind, funny, smart as hell, and wants me. That man who is literally a walking advertisement for sex wants me— ‘dull, repressed, wouldn’t know the meaning of fun if you tattooed it on my forehead’ Georgie.” She gave a derisive laugh, “Can you believe that? Sometimes I feel like it’s a prank someone is playing on me.”

  “I hate when you do that,” Renee snapped, easy-going nature gone in the face of Georgina’s self-disparaging remarks. “I’m certainly not going to give you the “You is kind and enough” speech, because you know that. You’re fucking brilliant and have more talent in your pinky than most people I know. So what if you keep your softness buried deeper than the ocean. I hate it when you sell yourself short.” She turned to give Max a once over. “Alright, so he’s fine as fuck, but you’re not exactly the lovechild of Freddy Kruger and Quasimodo, so quit acting like it.

  Lavon held Georgina’s face up to the light to examine his handiwork. Pleased with his work, he gave Georgina a smile, “I concur with Renee. Shake that devil off your back and have some fun with the farmer, babygirl. The most important thing to remember is that he’s a keeper— as long as he makes your panties wet instead of your eyes.”

  ***

  Max couldn’t take his eyes of Georgina as he followed the photographer’s directives. His jaw about hit the floor when she opened her robe and revealed her body, clad in a baby blue corset that had a black and white striped satin bow nestled between the cups and the matching French panties, trimmed in the same striped satin. A sheer black peignoir and black hose with garters encased her legs, and she wore black and white French maid stilettos. It was tasteful, sexy, and driving him out of his fucking mind. He watched as she held the large white rabbit that was trussed up in a little coat and pocket watch. The animal snuggled deeper into her arms, and she cooed at him with glossy red lips.

  Her good friend Lavon had transformed her into a sexed-up version of Alice in Wonderland. She wore a long, reddish-blonde wig, adorned with a black headband that was darker and warmer in color to complement her cinnamon skin. False eyelashes, smoky eyes, and painted lips completed the image. The men on set were just as affected as he was, but a hard look from him shut that shit down. She looked beautiful as always, but Max preferred her natural beauty and almost felt like he was cheating on her for even staring.

  The photographer shouted, “Okay, people! This scene is a wrap. Next, we’ll do Georgie in the Queen of Hearts scene, so let’s move the dessert table out and insert the large gold throne. Max, you’re going to sit on the throne, and Georgie with her back to the camera, will place her heel between your crotch and hold onto her staff. I want to only see only your eyes, Max. Make it very intimate. Then we’ll wrap up with the Mad Hatter and Cheshire cat pic. Take twenty, people.”

  As soon as Georgina handed the bunny back to its handler, Max palmed her elbow and gently steered her to the dressing trailer. Ignoring the knowing looks the crew was giving them, he guided her into the dressing room and as soon as the door closed behind him, Max yanked her into his arms and lowered his head to give her a searing kiss. He relished the taste of her sweetness as his tongue expertly teased hers. Max lifted her into his arms and turned so that she was pressed against the door and broke off the kiss, feeling a sense of relief that he’d kissed all the gloss off and her soft pink lips were now visible.

  “I take it you like the outfit?” Georgina asked throatily as she pressed her body closer to his. Rotating her hips against his hard-on, she wrapped her arms tighter around his neck, watching as his eyes dilated, and he pressed his swollen cock into her center, making her lick her lips in anticipation. Max framed her face.

  “Georgie, I want to tell you two things: First, I want you to know that I am extremely proud of you and honored that you would include me in your moment. So thank you very much for that,” Max said fiercely. “The second is, I want you to know that when you’re between my legs and that sweet pussy is in my face, it will take everything in me not to shove your panties to the side and fuck you with my tongue. Do you understand? I don’t even know how I’ll be able to resist diving in and lapping up every drop of goodness you dish out,” Max rasped, taking her hand and lowering it to cover his cock. “Feel what you do to me, Georgie, because you need to know that when it’s a wrap, we are done here. You are leaving in costume, and it’ll be a miracle if we make it to the car without giving everyone a show.”

  Breasts heaving and feverish from his words, Georgina pulled his head down and claimed his mouth, loving the velvet texture of his tongue playing with hers. The images his words evoked had her aroused enough to want to delay the next shoot by twenty more minutes while he gave her what they both needed. She squeezed his cock and moved her hand to tug at his belt. “I need you, Max. Now. I won’t be able to last until the end of the day.”

  His bearded jaw brushed erotically against the swells of her breasts, causing her skin to tingle as he nibbled on her lips. “Soon, baby. Soon.”

  Slowly he lowered her feet to the floor and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. “I’m going to leave now, but I just wanted to say again how proud I am of you, Georgie, for making your dreams come true.”<
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  It was five forty-five when the shoot wrapped. Max was walking to the dressing trailer to remove the borrowed suit when he passed Georgina giving an amused Lavon a blistering lecture on his choice of music. He winked at her and continued on his way, anxious to leave so he could spend the rest of the evening making love to his woman.

  “So you’re saying you didn’t like it when I played Bruno Mars’s “Gorilla”? Was it too animalistic for you?” Lavon inquired innocently as he removed her wig, and Georgina smacked his arm, causing him to yelp in pain.

  “Don’t try to play with me, Lavon Murphy. I should kick your ass!” she fumed as she returned his wink saucily.

  Max had just reached the trailer when he heard a woman’s scream. Whirling around, he first checked Georgina to make sure she was okay, but she was looking around for the victim as well. The noise came from Maggie, and she was looking at her phone. She raised anguished tear-filled eyes, “Oh my goodness…Prince is…