Captive Films: Season One (21 page)

He looks up and motions for me to come in.

“You got a minute?” I ask.

“Sure.”

“I just wanted you to know that it’s my fault Keatyn didn't tell you I was coming. I asked her not to tell you.”
 

“But why? I’ve offered you jobs over the years. You knew I’d want you to come.”
 

“I wasn't sure if I could leave the girls. Leave home. I didn't want you to know if I couldn't do it. It was embarrassing enough to tell her.”

“Dawson, I know I was probably a little rough on you this summer, but it's for your own good. You can’t let—”

I hold my hands up and interrupt him. I know what he’s going to say. It’s what everyone has said for the last two years. “I know. And you're right.”

He sits down behind his desk. “So, Keatyn and Aiden talked you into it, but I couldn’t?”

I take a seat in a chair across from him. “They helped, but it was actually Mom who tipped the scale. She told me that Harlow came home in tears after visiting Whitney's mother.”

“Why?”

“Because she hurt her feelings. Told her she didn't know how to behave like a lady. You know how spunky she is. She stood up for herself and said, ‘that’s because I’m a girl’.”

“Ooh. What did she say to that?”

“That she had just proved her point. That a lady would also never speak to her elder in that tone. And then something about how I wasn’t teaching her manners and she’d grow up to be a social misfit.”

“I bet that pissed Mom off.”

“It did. She told me that although she’d miss the girls terribly, she loves California and would visit often. She doesn’t want them around that kind of influence.”

“I don't know why you didn't tell Whitney’s mom to fuck off a long time ago.”

“Because she threatened to sue me for custody, Riley. And I was scared to death that she'd win.”

“How could she win?”

“Because I was a
deadbeat dad
. No job, no home.”

“And you don't have a home because of goddamned Whitney,” Riley says, getting pissed.

I hold up my hand. “Don’t, please.”

“I’m sorry. So, is that what made you come?”

“It was a big part of it. I don’t want my girls to grow up like Whitney did.”

Riley leans back in his chair and grins. “I might be a little biased because they have me wrapped their little fingers, but they
are
my favorite nieces. Also, you know what's mine is yours. I told you so many times I'd help you financially.”

“I guess I just wasn’t ready for help. And you’re helping now. Keatyn offered me a ridiculous salary, not to mention the perks. That's not what I wanted to talk to you about, though. Do you think it's too soon for me to, like, maybe go on a date?”

“You don’t need a date, bro. What you need is to get laid.”

“I haven't been with anyone since Whitney left.”

“Dawson, stop saying that Whitney left. She fucking
killed herself
, made you feel guilty about it, and left you broke to raise the girls alone! It was selfish of her, and a chicken shit way out of the mess she'd made.”

I run my hand through my hair, much like the way my brother did earlier.

“Yesterday, Vanessa and I were at this hotel. And . . .”

“And?” he asks, a smirk on his face.

“And, it was hot. She was naked. I was going to. But then I stopped. Felt guilty.”

“You know, if you don't use your dick, it will turn to stone and fall clean off your body.”

I start cracking up and so does Riley.

“I remember when Camden told us that when we caught him beating off in his room.”

Riley says with a laugh, “I know I sure as hell never risked finding out if he was right.”

“Mine hasn't turned to stone. Well, except for yesterday. I was as hard as granite. Vanessa’s beautiful. Smart. And those god damned red lips. I know you have a rule about not having sex with coworkers.”

“That's Keatyn's rule for me. You should totally fuck Vanessa. And, as your boss, I'd highly recommend it.”

I squint my eyes, the thought of my brother having been with her bothers me way more than it should. “You recommend it because the two of you have . . . ?”
 

“What? No. I’ve never been with her. I’m just saying you should.”

“What do you know about her ex?”

“He couldn't keep his dick in his pants. But I think it was more than that. He destroyed her. She almost lost her business. I suppose the two of you have a lot in common. You both got fucked over. You need to get back in the saddle again. And Vanessa has a fucking equestrian center. She's got lots of saddles. So go for a ride, bro. Hook up with her this weekend.”

“I won’t be here this weekend. Keatyn’s flying the girls to Sonoma. We’re meeting them there and spending the weekend at the vineyard. Dallas is going with his kids too.”

“So, then, you better get on her
today
,” Riley says as I head out.
 

I see Keatyn’s still at her desk. She waves me in.
 

“You and Riley okay?”

“Yeah, we’re good. You know all my brothers are encouraging me to, uh, get back in the saddle again.”

“Dawson, you’ll know when the time is right. Actually, it sounds like the time was almost right yesterday.”

“How long do you think a widow should wait before he starts dating again?”

“My mom started dating about a year after my dad died.”

“How old were you?”

“Almost ten.”

“And what did you think?”

“I was kind of a little shit about it, until she met Tommy. Are you thinking about asking Vanessa on a date?”

“Maybe. Does Captive have a rule about that?”

Keatyn grins. “That rule is only for your brother. And, technically, Vanessa isn’t an employee. So you like her, huh?”

“Yeah, I think I do.”

“Good, we have a meeting with her in your office in ten minutes.”

“We do?”

“Yep. I want to get you both up to speed on
Daddy’s Angel
. I’ll see you in a few.”

As I walk out of Keatyn’s office, Tyler joins me. “I have all sorts of stuff for you in your office. So do you like the decor?” he asks me.

“Yeah, it’s great,” I reply, taking it all in again. The walls are dark teal and there is a coffee table made from a tree trunk sitting in front of a comfortable brown leather couch. I have an industrial looking desk with a lush suede chair to match.
 

“Keatyn worried about the color.”

“She has good taste.”

“That she does,” he says. “Have a seat. On the desk, you have your new cell phone, business credit card, business cards, swipe key to access anywhere in the building, and laptop.” He hands me a piece of paper. “After your meeting with Vanessa and Keatyn, you have an appointment with Human Resources to get your benefits set up, and then a meeting with the marketing staff. From there, you’re having lunch and playing golf with Riley, Dallas, and Knox.”

“Golf? I’m not really dressed for that.”

Tyler turns and presses his palm into the wood-sheathed wall behind him. A door pops open revealing a large closet stocked with clothing ranging from golf attire to formal wear.
 

“Behind here,” Tyler says, opening another door, “is your full private lavatory. There are many times when you will go directly from work to another event, so all the executive suites are set up in similar fashion.”

“Wow,” I say. “This is great.”

“And there’s Vanessa,” Tyler says. “I’ll leave you now. I’m interviewing assistants for you today. Do you have any special requirements?”

“Can you clone yourself?” I joke.
 

“I’ll see what I can do,” he says, exiting, and leaving me face to face with Vanessa.

“Good morning,” I say politely.

“Good morning,” she replies brusquely, setting her briefcase on the coffee table. She’s wearing a tailored black skirt that reveals long bare legs and leopard print high heels, but all I’m seeing is her lying on the bed last night, naked.

I feel myself start to harden.
 

And it drives me toward her.

“I’m sorry about last night,” I tell her, sweeping her into my arms and lowering my lips to hers.

At first, her body feels stiff against mine.
 

But as our lips touch and our tongues collide, her stance softens.

She returns my kiss with passion.
 

I hear Keatyn say, “Oh, um, I’ll just be in my office whenever you two are finished with your, uh, meeting.”

Vanessa untangles herself from my arms and looks up at me through long dark, lashes. Then she laughs. “You have a little—” Her thumb glides across my bottom lip. “—lipstick on you.”

“I love your red lipstick, but I probably shouldn’t wear it to a meeting,” I laugh. “We better go.”

Vanessa walks to my door, but then leans her back against it, facing me. “In case you couldn’t tell, I’m forgiving you for last night. But for the record, if you’re ever lucky enough to get me naked again, I expect you to follow through.”

I lean my body into hers, pressing her against the door, and kiss the hell out of her again.

After our meeting, I follow her back to my office.

“Keatyn didn’t say anything about us kissing. I thought she would.”

Vanessa doesn’t respond. When my office door shuts, she locks it and takes off her jacket. And the way she’s eyeing my new desk makes me very thankful that my office doesn’t have glass walls like my brother’s.
 

I know exactly what’s going to happen next.
 

I pick her up and set her on my desk as she undoes my belt. I don’t have time to think about if I should or if I shouldn’t.
 

She unzips my pants and untucks my shirt, kissing me hard as her nails scratch down my back.
 

I roughly push her back on the desk, causing her skirt to ride up around her waist, and allowing me to push aside the thin strip of lace separating her from my dick.
 

My fingers slip into her. Fuck, she’s wet. Thank god, I jerked off in the shower last night, or just feeling her would have me blowing my load.
 

Her arms are wrapped tightly around my neck, and we’re kissing deeply. Ravenously. Her tongue sucks on mine like she owns it. I’ve never been kissed like this before. I’ve also never felt such pure, raw desire.

I push my boxers down, pulling my dick out, and push into her. Harder than I planned, but I can’t help it. She moans into my mouth, setting me in motion. I grab her ass and pull her toward me, thrusting deeper. She spreads her legs wider by wrapping them around my waist. I can feel a spiked heel raking across my back with every thrust.
 

She grabs my tie, pulling it tightly, as her breathing gets more ragged. When she tightens against me, I know she’s on the verge of orgasm. I take her hips tightly into my hands, moving her quickly with me, as I plunge into her, quickly pull out, then thrust in again.
 

“Oh, fuck,” she says, moving her lips from my mouth to my neck. She sucks my skin into her mouth, but the harder I thrust, the more she uses her teeth, biting me. I go faster, harder, rocking her against my desk, and finally lose control.
 

I pull her into a hug while trying to catch my breath.
 

“We better get cleaned up before someone comes looking for us,” she says, the blood returning to her brain much faster than mine. I was just thinking that as soon as I could breathe again, I’d move her to the leather couch and start round two.

“Oh, yeah, probably,” I reply.
 

She starts to push away from me, but I hold tight, putting my lips on her neck and slowly kissing up to her ear. “Now, I’m really sorry about last night.”

She throws her head back and laughs. “That’s fucking right. You should be. Now, let me go clean up.”

“I have a bathroom,” I say, trying to pull out without making a mess and realizing I didn’t use a condom.
 

She runs to the bathroom. I grab a couple napkins off the bar and clean myself. I’m buckling my belt when she returns.
 

Her hair is mussed, her cheeks are flushed, and the red lipstick is gone.
 

God, she’s beautiful.
 

I have to taste her lips once more.

“I like your office,” she says, coolly. “That was fun, but we both have meetings to get to.”

“Uh, okay,” I say, a little shocked at how business-like she is acting all of a sudden.
 

How can she be so together when I feel like I was just taken completely apart?

She unlocks my door and grabs her jacket. “You might want to take a quick look in the mirror.”

I watch her ass until the door shuts behind it.