“Are you and Jennifer okay?” Keatyn asks him.
“I’m pissed she texted her ex while she was with me. Makes sense now why she wouldn't sleep with Riley. I think she’s still sort of hung up on him.”
“I think her drunken mind thought she was getting back at him,” Keatyn says. “She has a big crush on you, Knox. Go easy on her.”
“I think it would be best if we were just friends going forward.”
“Don't tell her that today, okay?” I tell him.
“I won't. I might not tell her for a while. She's fun. But I will probably have the this is just fun chat with her soon.”
“I think she'll be okay with that,” Keatyn says.
“You've been here all day,” Knox says to Keatyn. “Don't you think you should go get some rest?”
“I was thinking the same thing,” Aiden says, joining us all in the office.
“It's no wonder I can't get anything done,” she teases. “It's like Grand Central Station in here!”
“You and Aiden head home,” I tell her, exiting her office. “I think you’ve done everything you can for today. Dawson and I will go back over all the details and get ready for tomorrow.”
I decide to stop freaking out about Dawson. Maybe I’m feeling in love with him or maybe I’m really in love with him. Either way, Keatyn’s right. I should enjoy it while it lasts.
“Did you find what you were looking for?” Dawson asks when I sit down next to him in the board room.
“I think I found exactly what I’ve been looking for.” I smile at him. I can’t help it.
“Good. I’ve been running through our to-do list and went over it with Tyler. I think we’ve got everything covered for today.” He stands up and rubs my shoulders. “You’re tense.”
“What would you think of getting a massage?” I ask him.
“I know I’d love to massage you.”
“Are you good with your hands?”
He leans down and whispers in my ear. “I think you already know the answer to that question. Shall I give you a massage tonight?”
“Well, I was thinking of having Chad, my masseuse, give us both a massage.”
“Oh,” Dawson says flatly. “I should have known. The girl who has everything.” He stops rubbing my neck. “I’m sorry. That came out wrong. Do you sleep with him? You were glad I didn’t sleep with anyone in Vegas, but what about you? Are you seeing anyone?”
“No.”
“Were you before I got here?”
“I didn't sit home alone, if that's what you mean,” I reply brusquely, becoming a little offended.
“So where are these guys now?”
“It was casual.”
“So just sex?”
“And the occasional escort to a party. Although, lately, I've been taking Chad. He loves parties and he's been meeting a lot of men that way.”
“Men?”
“Yes, he's gay.”
Dawson sits on the table in front of me and smiles.
“That makes you happy?” I ask.
“Yes,” he says, brushing his lips across mine, his jealousy making me feel giddy.
“Let’s skip the massage, go to the restaurant downstairs, and have some dinner.”
“I’m making everyone stay until nine tonight. That’s supposed to include us.”
“Let them go home. Tomorrow is going to be busy when word of the party gets out.”
“I don’t know,” I say, knowing I personally have yet to run through the list and verify that everything was done the way I wanted.
“I’ll bring the list. We’ll go over it while we enjoy a bottle of wine.”
I move my head around, thinking about it, as he sweetens the deal. “Then I’ll take you back to my place and massage every square inch of you.”
“Deal,” I say. How can I refuse? “But you have to promise that if there’s something we missed on the list, we’ll finish it before we leave.”
“I promise,” he says, sealing it with a kiss.
Captive Films — Santa Monica
KEATYN
After everyone but Aiden leaves, I tell him, “We’re going to have to reschedule dinner with our families.”
He hands me the frozen lemonade in his hand and gets a stubborn look on his face.
“No way, Boots. This is more important than any crisis. Besides, Tyler told me everything is under control.”
“Tyler is an optimist.”
Aiden pulls me up out of my chair and wraps his arms around me. I can’t help but melt into him.
“You hired Vanessa to handle all this kind of stuff. Let her do her job.”
“Hugging you takes away all my stress,” I coo, sliding my hands up under his shirt.
“Don’t start what you can’t finish,” he teases, giving me a steamy kiss.
I stifle a yawn.
“See, you’re tired. You’ve already been at work for over twelve hours. It’s time for us to go to dinner.”
“The photographer is working overtime to get the photos from today’s shoot back to me. Once I choose them, they have to go to the printer, who is working overnight to get the promotional posters for the party done.”
“When will they be done?”