Dream Man (Executive Women in Love Book 1) by Celia T. Rose

thought he could have more of an input on Executive Women but frankly Felicity had it so much on the ball and in reality he hadn’t much to contribute. He had his driver take him to his mansion. Too tired to drive himself.
    Max instructed his housekeeper and cook to leave him undisturbed. He pressed the remote control that drew the blinds in his oversized bedroom and lay in his king-sized four-poster bed intending to get a good long sleep-in. However, he tossed and turned with rambling thoughts of Felicity. Felicity in her tightly fit business suit. Felicity adamantly pursuing every point about the show. Felicity smiling, her brown hazel eyes sparkling on her pixie-like face every time she scored an argument in her favor.
    The damned woman would be his undoing.
    Max woke the next day after three in the afternoon. He’d missed ten calls on his personal cell from Melania. He returned her call and against his better judgment, he gave in to her insistence and agreed to attend a party with her.
    He knew showing up with Melania to the party would bode well for her beauty pageant campaign. He didn’t really feel up to it. But he wanted to help her out any way he could.
    When would he start thinking of his own needs?
    This plastic world of glam dissatisfied and left him feeling empty. Yet he was hopelessly stuck in it with no possible way out.
    Felicity got Melania out of makeup and wardrobe in the studio. It was Tuesday, the date for the big shoot, the one with Max. Melania looked beautiful in her DonnaKaran black dress, Tiffany diamonds, and Prada stilettos. Felicia had to admit that Melania appeared to be the perfect physical match for Max. All five-feet-ten of her.
    Still, Felicity couldn’t stop fantasizing about Max.
    Yet maybe the rumors were true about Melania and Max seeing each other. Maybe it’d be for Felicity’s own good if she verified it. Then she’d force herself to bury her feelings for Max once and for all.
    “Okay, shall we go over the scene one more time?” Felicity asked Melania.
    “No, I got it. Max and I often go to The Crossroads for dinner. I’ll act as I always do. Easy.”
    “Yes, but, er, you will need to put on a show. We need a little drama. Do whatever comes to mind. If something annoys you, flush it out in the conversation for the audience.”
    “I know how to act.” Melania raised her brow, her hand on hip and her Spanish accent thick.
    Sassy, this one was. Actors and models usually had huge egos and it all went with the territory. Sometimes their attitudes were nearly unmanageable. Felicity knew she had to handle them with finesse. Make them feel like they were right, most times, and yield to their favor. Melania seemed to have learned the ropes quickly considering her short time in the States. She had a recognizable thirst to succeed going for her.
    Felicity rubbed Melania’s arm. “Great. You’ll be natural, darling. We’re going to have you dine by candlelight, have a little wine. Relax and be yourself. You might suggest you’re upset about your travel commitments, contest campaign, and the conflicts with your acting school schedule. Threaten to go out clubbing and get wild. Tell him you’re young, need to be out dancing and laughing and not always working. He’s your good friend, after all.”
    “I know what he is to me,” Melania snapped. “I don’t know what you’re so concerned about. We’ve already gone through this.”
    “Gone through what?” Max asked as he walked in with his gorgeous self, Armani suit-armed, clean-shaven and smelling delicious.
    OMG.
    Felicity found it hard to control herself around Max despite the fact he’d been a grumpy boy the past couple of days. He undid her. “You’re here.” Felicity glanced at her watch. “And right on time. Great. Dressed perfect as well.”
    “Nice to see you, Felicity.” Max nodded Felicity’s way and then took the Felicity’s hand and kissed it.
    Charming but odd at the same time . Felicity wondered if Max