The meeting dragged on forever. Max shifted in his chair trying to find a position even slightly more comfortable. It wasn’t easy. The meeting should’ve finished thirty minutes ago. Yet, Sam, bless his fucking arse, decided to debate some topic about the cattle shed on how things needed to be managed better. A point Max didn’t give a shit about even though he was the President of the Beef Cattle Breeders Association and presiding over the meeting. Not when he was meant to be catching up with Zoe in thirty minutes. He wasn’t about to be late. There was only one reason why they were meeting, and he was planning on getting her clothes off, and his hands on her hot curvy body within minutes of seeing her.
His mind drifted, again. To her. Zoe. Her sassy attitude, and curvy body. How fuckable she looked in that totally out of place green dress yesterday, her sweet taste when he kissed her, the feel of her body and …
“I asked you what you think, Max,” Sam spoke loudly from the other end of the long table.
This meeting was taking too long, and he’d be buggered if he was going to let these half a dozen cattle breeders stop him from having another romp with Zoe.
“I agree.” He swallowed hard. He felt a collective sigh in the room. He didn’t really, but for once he had the motivation to agree for the sake of getting this meeting done and dusted. And he wasn’t entirely sure what he had agreed to.
“Sam, get together a quote of how much it will cost to renew the troughs and piping, and getting enough feeding troughs together for the breeders to use each year.” He enjoyed seeing the look of shock on his mate’s face. He hadn’t been listening, but he took a guess at what Sam had been going on about.
“Oh… all right then,” stammered Sam.
“Next meeting is in June, so if you can present the quote then, we can vote and get the work done by next year’s show.” Max knew damn well that this was the last thing Sam wanted to do. But he figured it was just, considering how many years he talked about these upgrades.
“All righty, let’s call the end of the meeting at…” he paused to look at his phone.Bloody hell. “Five thirty-five. Thanks, see you all at the Jumbuck.” He stood up and shuffled the small pile of papers in front of him before putting them into a folder. He wished he’d thought of another place to meet Zoe than at the Jumbuck at six, but he figured if he hung around the door, he would whisk her away before going inside and then have his way with her.
Where to go?It was a question he had been mulling over all day. He almost didn’t care, but this time he wanted to have more space, enjoy her body slowly, taste her more deeply, and bring her to orgasm more than once. This meant that the back of his ute wasn’t going to cut it.I should’ve suggested my hotel room.
“Congratulations on being president for another term. Jimmy, a bloke a few years older than him came over and shook his hand. “I look forward to working with you.”
“And you, Jimmy.” Max squared his shoulders as he met his new vice-president. He didn’t like the idea of having to work with him, but then there was really no one in the room he wanted to work with. He was also very aware that he only got this unpaid job because no one else wanted it.
“See you in the Jumbuck, like always.” Jimmy turned to go.
“Yep, I’ll buy you a beer.” Another reason why Max wanted to get over to the bar on the showgrounds at the back of the members’ stand. He needed to meet Zoe before she went in—hopefully, she wasn’t going to be early—and not get caught having to buy Jimmy or Sam or anyone else a beer or two.
“Glad you got in again, I wouldn’t want the job,” said Pete, a man who used to be good mates with his father before he died.
“Thanks. I’m glad I have your support.” Max minded his manners as he’d been brought up to do. Though he did have a lot of respect for Pete, he’d supported him when the others hadn’t, and believed in getting the younger generation involved. Though at thirty-four, Max didn’t feel so young any more. He knew just the way to fix that. A session with Zoe, longer than last night. He just wasn’t sure about letting a woman in too close.
She better turn up.His gut flipped at the thought.
“Gotta support you young boys,” said Pete. “I’ll see you in a bit over at the bar.”
Max nodded, putting the folder under his arm. He reckoned if everyone cleared out, he’d have just enough time to get back to his cattle, feed up, freshen up then get back before six. But he needed to be quick.
“I saw what you just did.” Sam walked up to Max, he didn’t look happy.
“What? I think what you were suggesting was good.”
“You weren’t even listening.”
Max started walking to the door. His job as president meant he needed to lock up their meeting room and he needed everyone out. Now. “I was, which is why I thought you would be the right person to get the quote.”
Sam glared at Max. “You owe me a beer for that.”
“Mate, you were dragging out the meeting, you owe us all a beer.” Max flicked off the lights at the door of the small building. It was sort of like their club room and was nestled between the cattle and sheep pavilions and was used by various associations during the year, not just during the show.
“Meetings are for discussions. If you don’t want to be president, don’t put up your hand.”
“No one else did, including you. If you don’t like it, I suggest you should put up your own hand to do the job.” Max hated this side of being president. It went on all year. At least he knew Sam would get over it, especially after a few beers. Still, once more his mate was slowing down his escape out of there, risking his chance of seeing Zoe.
“Maybe I will,” huffed Sam as he followed Max down the stairs.
“Come on, I’ll buy you a beer.” Max grated his jaw tight. This was the last thing he wanted to be doing, but if it meant he kept Sam on side, and he got the quotes, it would save him a lot of hassle down the track. Plus, if he made a quick appearance at the Jumbuck, then he hoped it would mean he would escape more easily at six. Hell, he couldn’t wait to see her.
He locked the door to the building. The noise of the crowd, the music, the distant screaming from people on the rides at the other end of the grounds hit his senses. He wasn’t used to his level of noise, so loud all day long. He couldn’t wait to get back to his farm and the peace and quiet, as well as the space.
