Then, maybe Jack will change his mind. I can stay on as the winemaker until Brandon gets more comfortable.’ ‘Are you sure that’s a good idea?’...Ana wondered why Miles would relinquish his position. That didn’t make sense. Why did he want out so bad? ‘If it helps the winery ultimately, yes. I will move on, there is no doubt of that. It’s just a matter of when. Besides,’ Miles was smiling. ‘My pay isn’t based on how many hats I wear. I’m on a straight percentage. I have a multi year contract. The. 7 million was still a respectable fortune. And he had a million of them. You could take a fair-sized city full of millionaires, and he was worth more than all of them put together.He had fame. He had money. What about happiness? He had briefly played an old game called "Careers". He'd found it in the attic, a 1950s game his parents had saved from their youth. You started the game by creating a secret formula for success. You chose some combination of hearts (happiness), stars (fame) and wealth. " Oh my God I was blushing so badly, but he just smiled that incredibly sexy smile and headed for the door. I gathered myself and headed to the car behind him. On the way home the thoughts just wouldn't relent. I tried to imagine the feel of his hands on me, or scratch of that stubble against my face, my breasts, my legs. I tried to picture how nice his cock must feel. My nipples were so hard they were poking at the cotton of my shirt. My panties were damp and my pussy was throbbing. I squirmed. I was looking forward to trying on my outfit. I wondered what Amy would wear. When we got home, Tom and Charlie and Mike were on the front porch drinking beer. They hooted and fawned over our hairdos with heartwarming sincerity. We joined them for a few beers. Everyone was happy with their exam performances, and excited about the evening. There was a flurry of questions for Amy. She said she would explain the protocols on the way up in the car. Only one rule really mattered, she said: have fun!.