by Jillian Dodd
“We talked on the phone tonight. I told him I’m filing for a divorce. He freaked out and hung up. Then he called me back, crying. Making promises he won’t keep. Begging me not to tell my parents. That we’ll work it out. That I just need to come home. Hung up again, then called back. That happened about ten times.”
“Typical,” I say. “Wait, why is he so worried about your parents?”
“He’s about to become a partner in my dad’s firm.” She tilts her head at me. “Do you think that’s the real reason why he’s so upset? He’s more worried about the partnership than our relationship?”
“I don’t know him,” I say, carefully. “What do you think?”
“I think . . .” She takes a bite of ice cream, lets it melt in her mouth, and then says. “I think he might be.”
“There’s one way to find out,” I tell her.
“How?”
“Has he been seeing the secretary while you’ve been gone?”
She sits up straighter. “He said he’d never see her again. But . . . I bet you anything he still is.”
“I happen to know a private detective. He’s very good at getting photos of asshole husbands and their mistresses. Those photos are often quite helpful in divorce proceedings.”
“So everyone can see them?”
“Well, depending on the man, sometimes that isn’t necessary. Sometimes it just helps them realize that you’re on to their bullshit game and aren’t going to stand for it. And, for a man, particularly one who is married to the boss’s daughter, I would think that would mean you would have him by the balls.”
“I just want out.”
“I’ll call first thing in the morning and put the two of you in touch. He’ll need a lot of information. Where he works, the girl’s name, things like that.”
“Okay. Thanks, I appreciate it.”
“Anything happening on the Riley front?”
“No. There was an article in the paper about him and that actress from the party. Apparently, they’re an item.”
“Don’t believe everything you read, Ariela. This town is built on gossip and rumors.”
“Just up your alley. How was work? Are you just getting home?”
I roll my eyes. “Yes. Keatyn hired Riley’s brother to work for the company and asked me to help him get acquainted with their projects.”
“Ohhh, which brother?”
“Dawson.”
“I have to admit, I had a bit of a crush on Dawson when I was younger. All the girls at Eastbrooke crushed on the Johnson brothers.”
“How many are there?”
“Four. Camden is the oldest. He was a senior when I was a sophomore. He had partying down to an art form and a body that girls swooned over. Dawson was next. He was a junior. Riley, who’s a year younger than Dawson, got kicked out of school his Freshman year, got sent to military school, and came back our junior year looking like a man. That’s when we started dating. And their younger brother, Braxton, is three years younger than Riley.”
“Tell me more about Dawson.”
“Well, he dated a girl named Whitney for most of high school. They broke up the end of their junior year. He looked even hotter when he came back for his senior year. Had spent the summer doing what Johnson boys do.”
“And what’s that?”
“Partying in the Hamptons. Working out. Screwing every girl in sight.”
“He looks like he still works out. That Whitney girl from high school. That’s who he was married to.”
“Was married to?”
“She left him two years ago.”
“She tried to commit suicide during her senior year, which really shocked all of us. She was the school’s Queen B, The Alpha, Mean Girl, whatever you want to call her. Things changed when Keatyn came. Keatyn didn’t give a shit what Whitney thought. I feel bad saying this, but I was glad Whitney went to some sort of counseling facility instead of coming back to school. I was a cheerleader and kind of popular, but it didn’t matter. She could belittle you and make you feel like shit with one sentence. I kinda felt like whatever bad she got in life, she deserved.”
“Well, he must have loved her. He hasn’t worked for two years.”
“Dawson is, or was, really sweet. He and Keatyn dated for a while, before she and Aiden got together.”
“They dated? Why didn’t she tell me?”
“I don’t know. Because it was a long time ago?”
“Or she’s trying to play matchmaker! Oh, my gosh. Do you think that’s why she told me to spend the day with him? Was she hoping I’d sleep with him? I mean, I would have, but just when things started to get hot and heavy in the hotel room . . .”
“Wait! You were in a hotel room with him?”
I wave my hand at her. “It’s a long story.” I hold up my phone. “I know it’s late but I’m calling her.”
“Hey, Vanessa,” Keatyn answers in a really chipper voice. “How did your meeting with Dawson go?”
“Did you set me up with him? Are you trying to play matchmaker?”
“What? No! . . . Ohmigawd! Did you sleep with him? I told you to have a meeting with him, not sleep with him. Although, it wouldn't be a bad thing, Dawson is hot and you like hot guys.”
“Is that why you leased him a red Ferrari? Because you thought I’d like it?”
“A what?! No! Is that what he got? I told Tyler to pick out an exotic car that wasn’t too flashy.”
“Well, compared to Riley, that probably isn't flashy,” I mutter.
“Shit, Vanessa, I'm sorry. I didn’t know. Really. Are you just now getting home?”
“Yes.”
“From meeting with Dawson?”
“Yes.”
“That was a very long business meeting.”
“Fine. He complimented my lipstick, asked about my life, and next thing I knew we were getting a poolside suite so we could have lunch.”
“That was twelve hours ago.”
“Yes, I know exactly how long ago it was. We talked. I flirted with him. He sorta flirted back. What's his deal anyway? Why hasn't he worked for the last two years? And why was he living at home? And why did he bail when he had me naked and hornier than hell?”
“Oh . . . So, thing's did happen.”
“Fuck. I knew it. You knew I'd like him.”
“No, I didn't. I mean, I sorta maybe hoped. But I didn’t think it’d happen that fast. Dawson’s charm is more subtle.”
“His charm? What did this Whitney do to him? Did he love her so much that it broke him when she left?”
“Yeah, Vanessa. And you of all people should understand that. Give him some time. Dawson's one of the nicest people I've ever met.”
“If it weren't for the fact he and Riley look alike, I wouldn't believe they were related. He doesn't ooze sex appeal like Riley. Except, sometimes it slips out, I don’t think he can help it.”
“All the Johnson brothers ooze sex appeal. It's in their genes. Dawson is just more thoughtful and sweet. He's the kind of guy who sneaks up on you.”
“Why didn’t you tell me you dated him?”
“It was for like a month, in high school.”
“And? Did you sleep with him?”
“Yeah.”
“Was it good?”
“I used to describe his kisses as molten lava hot and neither one of us were very experienced at that point.”
“His kisses were hotter than that,” I mutter.
“See, that's what happens when you grow up. You get better at everything. Obviously, if he had you naked. Wait, did you put the room on your credit card?”
“No, he said he would take care of it.”
“Shit. He doesn't have a corporate card yet. It's supposed to be here tomorrow.”
“Maybe he put it on a personal one.”
“But he, uh, never mind, I'll call and take care of it.”
“Keatyn, what the hell aren't you telling me?”
She sighs. “Look, Vanessa, this isn't my story
to tell. Suffice it to say that Whitney did a number on him, and he's had a rough two years. Be nice to him. He doesn't need drama in his life. That's part of why I wanted him to come here.”
“Fine,” I say, hanging up the phone, more confused than I was when I started.
Dawson’s beach house - Malibu
DAWSON
My phone rings, just as I’m drying off from taking a cold shower.
“Hey, I know it's late,” Keatyn says. “But I just wondered how your first day went. Sorry I didn’t have more time to spend with you.”
“My first day—” How do I even describe it? “—was interesting.”
“Is everything okay? Do you like the house? I heard Tyler leased you a red Ferrari. I know that's not your style. I should’ve been more specific when I said low key. Compared to your brother . . .”
“It is low key,” I laugh. “It's hard being here without the girls.”
“They're coming out this weekend, right? Would you want to bring them to the vineyard? Dallas is bringing his four kids, the girls would have a blast, and if you move them here, they will already have friends. You could relax a little too. Drink some wine.”
“That sounds really nice. I'm a little worried about them flying by themselves, but Ava is ten going on twenty and she told me she can handle it. Thank you for getting them set up with a charter flight.”
“You're welcome. Why don't we change it and send them into Sonoma? You can fly up with me Friday afternoon and we’ll meet them there.”
“That would be great. Thanks, Keatyn.”
“You're welcome, Dawson.”
“And thanks for not telling Riley you hired me. I realize now that probably wasn’t easy for you. Was he mad?”
“He was thrilled. I mean, how many times has he tried to hire you over the years?”
“Yeah, I guess you're right.”
“I heard that you liked Vanessa’s lipstick.”
I chuckle, a little embarrassed. “I take it you talked to her.”
“Yeah.”
“Is she mad?”
“Frustrated might be a better word.”
“I haven’t slept with anyone . . . since . . .”
“I know, Dawson. You came here for a fresh start. I’m not saying it needs to be Vanessa, but you probably need to, you know, again.”
“I’ve never forgotten her.”
“Vanessa?”
“Yeah, we kissed at your birthday party. It may have been the best kiss of my life.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. And that scares me a little. She’s smart. Bold. Why the hell isn’t she married?”
“Well, she was.”
“Guy was an idiot if you ask me.”
“I agree, but there’s more to her story, just like there is to yours. Don’t be quick to assume you have her figured out.”
“Now, I’m intrigued.”
“I think you were intrigued before, when you had her naked.”
“Shit. She did tell you everything.”
“Not everything, just that you left her hot and horny. Just a warning, when she’s that way, she’s hard to resist.”
“I feel guilty. I just can’t get over the guilt.”
“You have to let it go, Dawson.”
“I know. Keatyn?”
“What?”
“Tell Aiden I said thanks. He and my mom are really the ones who talked me into all this.”
“You can tell him yourself this weekend.”
“I will. Night.”
Thursday, October 2nd
Captive Films - Santa Monica
RILEY
I wake up to the sun streaming in the windows.
Holy shit what time is it?
I lift my face up off Jennifer's couch and find her passed out next to me.
When was the last time I spent the night at a girl’s house who wasn't a relative or Keatyn?
College! Now I rarely go to a girl’s place. I've heard too many stories about getting robbed or beat up. I always take them to my place. An environment I can control. I can also bring them downstairs, put them in a cab, thank them for a nice night and say goodbye. Sure, sometimes they try to come back, but other than a recent lapse in judgement regarding Shelby, the doormen never let them get past their post.
I push Jen with my finger. “Hey, we need to get up. I'm usually in the office by now.”
“Last night was fun,” she states.
“Yeah, it was. Although, are you ever going to let me do more than kiss you?”
“I don't know, we'll see how things go. I like you, Riley.”
“I like you too.”
We get to the office and I introduce Keatyn to Jennifer and say, “I’m gonna let you girls talk.”
“Okay,” they both say back in happy unison.
I go to my office, look over my calendar for today, and start to prepare for my first meeting when Dallas strolls into my office. He makes himself at home on my couch, putting his feet up on the glass coffee table as Tyler follows him in with coffees.
“Get your feet off the glass,” Tyler says to Dallas, holding up his cup. “Or no coffee for you.”
Dallas begrudgingly moves his feet, causing Tyler to reward him with a cup of what is probably the best coffee in California.
As soon as Tyler leaves, Dallas says, “I heard you and Miss Contract rode here together this morning.”
“Yeah, I spent the night at her house.”
“Oh, do tell,” Dallas says, blowing on his coffee before taking a sip.
“It's not like that.”
“So, what's it like?”
Knox lets himself in and interrupts. “Is it true she's here and Keatyn is signing her? Like now?”
I look pointedly across the hall at the two of them talking.
“As you can see,” Dallas states, “they're talking. If it goes well, Keatyn will call me in and I’ll take over.”
“What about me?” Knox asks, looking perplexed.
“What about you?” Dallas replies coolly.
I’ve got to give it to him. Dallas is a master at negotiating contracts and making the talent think they need us more than we need them, whether it’s true or not.
“Do you have a contract for me?” Knox whines.
“Not yet. Keatyn said if Jennifer signs that we’d put you two together and see if you have chemistry.”
“Chemistry?! Hell, that girl is so hot, I'll blow up your fucking chemistry set, Dallas.” He turns to me. “Speaking of that, Riley, did you bang her yet?”
“I was just asking the same question,” Dallas says.
“Inquiring minds want to know,” Knox adds.
“No, not yet. But I'm letting her drive my car this weekend,” I say, knowing that will get them going.
Both their mouths drop open in shock.
“The new car?” Dallas asks. “Have you ever let a girl drive any of your cars?”
“Shut up. And, yes, on occasion, I have.”
Knox holds up his hand. “Wait, I'm confused. You aren't banging her, but you're letting her drive it? You won't let me drive it! And I’m your friend!”
“You're a bad driver. You totaled your DB9.”
“Yeah, well that wasn't my fault.”
“Light post jumped out at him,” Dallas quips.
“Whatever,” Knox says, waving at Dallas. “Although, thanks for getting the ticket taken care of.”
“No problem,” Dallas replies.
Knox turns back to me and says, “So where is she driving it? Are you taking her out to the middle of nowhere where she can’t hurt anything?”
“She wanted us to road trip to my parents’ place in the Hamptons . . .”
“You can’t put that many miles on it!” Knox exclaims.
“I know. I know. Calm down. I figure we’ll go up north, maybe Sonoma. Hit a couple wineries or something.”
“Come to Aiden’s,” Dallas says. “I’ll be up there this weekend with the kids.”
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“We’ll see.” I don’t want to commit to anything just yet. Hopefully, we’ll be busy banging somewhere.”
“I’m just saying,” Knox says. “If you haven’t banged her, she’s fair game. Wait until I put the old Knox charm on her.”
“Old, is right,” I say, teasing him.
“Oh, low fucking blow,” he says, picking up his coffee and looking across the hall to Keatyn’s office. “I’m making my move.”
Captive Films - Santa Monica
KEATYN
“Are you sure this is right for you?” I ask Jennifer. I’ve told her about the project, the time it will entail, and how it’s risky. And the fact that we want to pay her based on the gross of project rather than a standard upfront fee.
“You’re excited about it and so is Riley,” she states. “Tell me this, if the tables were turned, would you do it?”
“Well, yeah, but I’m . . .”
“A risk taker?” she says, finishing my sentence.
“In some ways. Doing the Trinity series hasn’t exactly been risky. And that’s paid for . . .” I stop. “I get what you’re saying. You made more than enough money to live off of from doing the Sector. You followed it up with two box office hits and an Academy Award. You can do whatever the hell you’d like.”
“Exactly! And I want to.”
“Awesome. I’ll have Dallas go over the contract with you. I know you are excited and so are we, but I want you to have your people read over the contract. Make sure they’re good with it.”
“I already told you I’m good with it and I trust you. Don’t make me regret it,” she says boldly.
“I don’t think you will.”
“Good!” She gets more comfortable on the couch, pulling her legs up and crossing them like a pretzel. “Now, we can gossip.”
“What do you want to gossip about?”
“Who do you picture playing Nathan, the guy my dad sets me up with? And what about the town bad boy, Jackson?”
“We have someone who’s really interested in the project.” I glance toward Knox sitting across the hall in Riley’s office. They’re having an animated discussion. More than likely it’s about sex, not work.
Jennifer follows my eyes and turns around. Then she starts bouncing on the couch. “Holy fucking shit, dude! Knox Daniels? Are you fucking kidding me? Please, please, let him play Nathan. Wait, which one do I sleep with?”
