The Virgin CaptiveMasters of Menage, Book 1
Masters of Ménage SERIES
Gavin grabbed the stack of mail he’d taken from Hannah’s desk, waiting for her arrival in thirty-four minutes. God, he was an idiot. He knew the exact time she would walk in the door, and he waited on her like a dog waiting for a promised treat. He started to sort through the mail because it was too early to expect anyone else to be in for meetings and he had nothing else to do. She was far too efficient. He’d hired her straight off the bus from some no-name West Texas town. He’d honestly never imagined how quickly she would become a true executive admin.
Sometimes, Gavin found himself twiddling his damn thumbs because Hannah all but ran the company.
There was a slight pause on Slade’s end of the line, and then his brother sounded almost reluctant. “Gavin, Dex and I want to talk to you about something. Do you think we could schedule lunch after the meeting?”
The mail was all crap. He could throw most of it away. He came to a large envelope that looked more interesting. Maybe it contained something other than an offer to halve his budget for bulk paper. Gavin’s silver letter opener sliced neatly through the material as suspicion about this luncheon crept into his mind. “About what? Business?”
Dex shifted in his chair. “Not exactly.”
Fuck. He didn’t want to do this with them. “Is this about Hannah?”
Why had he even asked? He knew. His brothers had been sniffing around her since the day Gavin had reluctantly hired her almost a year ago.
“It’s not going to change, Gavin,” Dex said, his mouth a stubborn flat line. “No matter how much you want it to.”
“She’s an adult.” Slade’s voice was cajoling where Dex went straight to the fight. “She’s smart and capable of making her own decisions.”
“She’s what? Twenty-two or something.” Practically a child. At least he kept telling himself that.
Dex leaned forward as if ready to fight if need be. “Gavin, Hannah’s twenty-five.”
A chill raced across Gavin’s skin, and suddenly the room seemed way too small. Hannah was twenty-five. They had just celebrated her birthday not a month before. He’d brought in a cake, and Dex and Slade had taken her out for lunch. Gavin remembered the jealousy he’d felt as his brothers had led her out of the office.
“Gavin, Hannah is not Nikki, and you aren’t the same person you were then. You have to let it go,” Slade said. “I’ll be there in ten minutes. I’m leaving right now.”
“Regardless of her actual age, she’s naïve. She’s not ready to play your games.” Gavin was pleased with how stable his voice sounded when all he could see in his mind’s eye was Nikki’s body laid out on the floor of her rattrap apartment.
Lately in his dreams, Nikki’s body turned into Hannah’s. The image seared itself in his head. He managed to breathe, barely. He had to focus or he would lose it. Then he needed to find another job for Hannah. He couldn’t work with her anymore. If he kept her this close . . . he just couldn’t.
“Damn it, Gavin,” Slade growled. “When it comes to Hannah, these aren’t games, and we’re not playing.”
Gavin’s heart all but stopped. “Give the girl time to grow up.”
He upended the large envelope in his hand and let the contents drift to his desk, hoping no one noticed his shaking hands.
“You’re not fooling me,” Dex said. For once, the big cowboy looked almost reluctant to speak. “I see how you look at her. You want her. You care. That’s nothing to be ashamed of. Hell, if there’s one thing both Slade and I understand, it’s how a man can be crazy about Hannah.”
Slade’s voice came over the speaker. “This is what we want to talk to you about. Dex and I have given this a lot of thought.”
“What the fuck?” Anything that Slade was about to say got lost as Gavin saw what spilled out of the envelope. Photographs of Hannah. He counted them out, trying not focus on the contents of the photos. Ten pictures, all of them of her gorgeous body wearing lovely, lacy creations in soft colors that showcased her plump breasts and gorgeous ass. In one, a shot of her backside, she wore nothing at all. Gavin’s breath fled, and he felt his cock stiffen at the sight.
Dex stood, staring down at the pictures on the desk. “Holy hell! That’s Hannah.”
Gavin had a sudden desire to shove his half brother away and hide the provocative images. Instead, he glared. Dex had been known to pull some juvenile pranks in his time. Slade had told Gavin he and Dex had a plan. Was this Dex’s immature way of trying to reel him into their twisted little arrangement?
“Do you want to explain this?” He shoved the least seductive image in Dex’s face.
“What’s going on?” Slade asked, his voice rising in alarm over the phone. “What do you mean by ‘that’s Hannah?’”
Dex stared at Gavin, his face taking on that same blank expression he’d had for the first two years after Gavin and Slade had found him in a foster home. Dex had been the child their father hadn’t planned on or wanted. It had been pure chance that Gavin and Slade even discovered that Dex existed. “You think I would do this?”
Gavin knew he should take it easy with Dex, but rage was riding him hard. “This is the most immature stunt you’ve ever pulled. Do you have any sense of decency? Do you know what she could do to you if she found out about this? She could call in the cops, and I would let her. And your sick ploy won’t work. You might be able to pull Slade into your perversions, but don’t think you can do the same with me.”
“Goddamn it, Gavin. Why would you say that?” Slade sounded like he was moving. Gavin could hear a door slam and knew that his brother was on his way.
Dex practically radiated rage. He was a huge bull of a man, and Gavin thought they were about to have the throwdown he’d always known was coming. Dex loomed over Gavin, his fists clenched and ready, but then he shut down. Dex’s shoulders relaxed, and his face became a mask of bland politeness. “Listen up, Gavin. The only reason I am not walking out the door right this second is that I want Hannah to be safe. After I figure out who’s stalking her and make sure he can’t do it again, I’m leaving. You won’t have to deal with this perverse bastard ever again. But next time your rich boy conscience takes over, don’t you dare come looking for me.”
Gavin looked at the pictures again and realized he’d made several terrible errors. He’d been so concerned about the photos that he hadn’t taken time to really look at the envelope. It hadn’t been addressed to him, but to Hannah herself. There was no stamp on the front. Someone had placed it on her desk. Someone had walked into her office and made sure she would receive his “gift”. The same bastard who had taken these photos had recently stood at Hannah’s desk.
Dex flipped over one of the photographs and slapped it on Gavin’s desk with a resounding thud.
The menacing words had been written in blood-red marker, the color a stark contrast to the white of the photo paper.
“This isn’t one of my juvenile pranks. Unless, of course, you want to accuse me of becoming a stalker and trying to terrify the woman I love. And yes, I love Hannah. I won’t not say it because you’re too much of a pussy to handle it. I’m going to figure out what’s going on, and when I leave, I intend to take her with me. And you, big brother, can go to hell for all I care.” Dex turned on his boots and strode out the door.
Gavin tried to stop the queasy feeling in his stomach as everything Dex had said sank in.
“What the hell did you do, Gavin?” Slade asked, his voice barely audible over the sounds of traffic.
Gavin bit back the urge to put his head in his hands. He’d utterly mishandled everything. But that was the story of his whole fucking life. “Get your ass up here now, Slade.”
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