Chapter 3

Jaxon 

Jaxon had to admit that Mia had taste.

Deli's restaurant menu boasted some delicious possibilities. The food was a fusion of Cuban and Japanese cuisine, a combination he'd never known existed, but was excited to find out.

Instead of typical tuna or salmon rolls there were ones filled with mojo marinated pork and rolled with caramel salted plantains. The chef was a genius and regardless, if Mia arrived or not, he'd planned to enjoy himself by diving into great food.

“She’s not coming,” Rhett mumbled.

Ignoring him, Jaxon scanned the captivating restaurant’s decor.

A multicolored mosaic of tiles served as the walls—aquamarine blues outlined jagged green crystals, copper circles dotted silver stones. They glittered in the dim lighting and soared high up into the air where massive sculptures dangled, twisted, and turned. 

The black stone sculptures were nude bodies tangled and intertwined into each other.

He found it fitting for tonight because he planned to be tangled and nude with Mia as soon as their forks hit their empty plates and it was time to go.

“This chick’s too hard. I vote for another woman.” Rhett checked his watch. 

While he drooled over the entrees’ descriptions, Rhett's menu lay untouched on his side of the table. He’d been flicking his thumb against his watch all night which meant he was on edge.

"She’s fucking twenty minutes late now. Is she fucking serious? She’s beautiful, but not that much.”

“Things happen.” He sipped his glass of red wine.

“You’re just pissed she didn’t fall for the photo shoot trick.”

“No I’m not. Trust me. I’ll get a naked picture of her eventually.” He waved Jaxon's comment away. “Damn, did you see that sensational ass of hers?”

Jaxon had more than seen it. He had been thinking about the possibilities that nice cushion could provide him. Bent over his yacht’s kitchen counter and her legs spread open ranked the highest of his thoughts. 

Taking her from behind in his Jacuzzi was another. Then there were the many whipped cream images that danced in his head. He couldn’t figure out where on her body he would put the cream first, but he damn sure knew he'd enjoy licking it off.

He planned on taking her in every part of the yacht even in his brother’s room as he watched and cried in defeat. He would give it to her everywhere.

But not the bed. Never the bed for her.

Mia needed the unusual, something different, an experience that she’d never had before. 

She was too tight and wound up with her bulky books sprawled on the beach while so many men and women partied all around her. She needed some man to loosen her up, fuck her good.

And he could tell from just the way she held that book that she needs a good fuck.

Any regular person studying would’ve casually had the book in their hand. Yet, she gripped that volume hard, like she owned nothing else and could see no other option in life. This goal of hers to go to law school had to be some sort of desperation for something.

Desperation for what?

He doesn't know, but he planned to find out.

Half of winning in this game he played with Rhett was that he took the time to learn each woman as well as discover their dreams and fears. 

Rhett over-sexed his game play, which turned many of them off. While Rhett tried to flaunt his bed skills, Jaxon asked them questions. Once he realized the one thing that would make them happy, he became the pathway to it. 

If she dreamed of being an actress, he discussed how he had a movie in the works. If she’d just had her heart broken, he transformed into Romeo, catering to her needs and massaging those broken feelings.

What did Mia need? He was hoping it was simple. Like what he had been thinking, maybe she just needs to be fucked.

“Why are you over there grinning like that?” Rhett pinched a bit of his bread off and flung it at him.

“Stop.” He dodged the bread and watched it drop to the floor. “Can you pretend like we’re out in public?” He motioned to the other people dining in immaculate clothes.

“You just make me sick with that stupid smirk on your face. If she comes, you won’t win.”

“She will come and yes, I will win.” Jaxon flexed his fingers. “There are two simple facts happening right now. Although a real beauty, she probably doesn’t know anybody around Miami. She’s all alone here. What type of person studies at South Beach?" He paused before continuing. 

"A person that is crying for help. Plus, by looking at that brown clump of metal that she drove away in, there’s no way she can afford this place. She’ll come because she has great taste in food and wouldn’t miss an opportunity to try a spot that’s out of her budget.”

“You think you already understand her, don’t you. Oh God. Here we go. Jaxon's Master Plan.” Rhett twirled his fingers in the air and did a horrible Spanish accent.

“First, you must learn about the woman, and then you must be the woman’s desire.”

“I don’t sound like that. You can barely hear my accent at times. You’re just jealous you never have a means for attack. You’re winning depends on my failing, nothing else. If a female decides she doesn’t want me, then she considers you.”

“Oh they come to me willingly way before they’ve listened to one word you’ve said.” He rubbed two fingers together. “Let’s bet some money on this one.”

Jaxon had a worry antenna in his head that only his brother could trigger. At his mention of gambling, no matter how small, his antenna sprung up and delivered waves of anxiety throughout his nerves.

"You want to bet money?”

“Sure.”

“I don’t know. How much are you talking?”

“Let’s go big. She’s definitely not a sure thing.” Rhett's smile made him uneasy.