She smiled up at Slade. Gavin forced himself not to move. Every instinct told him to get out from behind the damn desk and join them. Hell, he could pick Hannah up and settle her on his lap, and they could conduct this little meeting with his c**k pressed against her ass. Maybe then she would start calling him Gavin. Although having her call him Mr. James in that so-sweet Southern way of hers as he rammed his c**k up her pu**y would be a turn-on, too.
Fuck. He had way more in common with his brothers than he would ever admit. Shifting in his seat because his c**k was at full mast, he settled for what he hoped looked like paternal concern. “Hannah, we need to talk about something.”
Her spine straightened, and she held her pen at the ready. “Yes, sir.” Sir. That would be a good thing for her to call him as he forced her down on his cock. Or she could call him nothing at all, unable to talk because she was so overcome with pleasure.
Or she could be silent because she killed herself after you neglected her. Yeah, that’s more realistic.
“Are you all right, Mr. James?” Hannah sat forward, her eyes wide with worry.
Gavin forced the thoughts from his head. He wasn’t going to act on them. Hannah deserved far better than him. He briefly considered staying behind. Slade and Dex could handle her in Alaska. But if Dex left with Slade now, Gavin knew the chance that he’d ever repair the relationship with his brother would be slim. Damn.
“I’m fine, Hannah. But I do have a problem you can help with.” Her smile practically lit up the room. “Of course.”
Slade took over, his eyes bright with affection as he looked at Hannah. “We need you to come with us on a little business trip and play our girl Friday.” She put the notepad down and turned to Slade, delight plain on her face. She really did have a connection to Slade. Though they weren’t touching, Gavin couldn’t miss the attraction that connected them like an invisible thread. “Are we going to Houston? I’ve never been.” They had an office in Houston, near their refinery. It was a good bet that if they were going on a trip, it would be there. But that wasn’t far enough away from Dallas and Hannah’s stalker for Gavin’s peace of mind. “No. We’re going to our facility in River Run.” She turned to him. “Alaska?”
Slade was on the edge of his seat. “Yes. It’s beautiful, Hannah. We have a house there with plenty of rooms. The view is incredible. I have to do some work up there, but I think we can find the time to show you around.”
She bit her bottom lip. “How long would we be gone?”
Slade’s gaze found Gavin’s. They hadn’t actually discussed that. In the hours since finding the photos, they’d made a lot of plans. They had canceled the board meeting. They had called private investigators Burke and Cole Lenox. The former Navy SEALs were already talking to Black Oak security about getting the keycard logs and security footage for the last twenty-four hours. Slade had made the arrangements to open the house in River Run and had the corporate jet fueled. Not once had they discussed how long they’d be gone. There had been an unspoken agreement that they would be gone for as long as it took.
“A few days,” Gavin said with the smooth tones of a man who knew how to massage the truth. “You should be home on Sunday night at the latest.”
Once they had her in Alaska and Burke had useful information, they could admit to Hannah why they’d really spirited her away. Until then, he didn’t want her to worry.
She shook her head, blonde hair swinging. “I am so sorry. I can’t be gone that long. I have a bunch of obligations. I’m supposed to have someone over this evening. My laptop is giving me hell.”
“I’ll have IT give you a new one.” Gavin could solve that problem easily.
“I don’t want a new one. I’m used to this one. Lyle said he can fix it, but he’s only free tonight. And I’m supposed to go home this weekend to see my grandma. I’ll tell Wendy to get ready. She would love to go.”
Gavin didn’t like to think about Hannah driving all the way to West Texas in her beat-up Chevy. That car was on its last leg, and most of the road between Dallas and Two Trees consisted of mile after mile of nothing. If she broke down—and the way her car sputtered, that was almost a given—she would be all alone. And it would be easy for her stalker to follow her and possibly drive her off the road.
Gavin’s blood pressure rose with each potential hazard he imagined.
“We don’t need Wendy,” Slade insisted. “We need you.”
She shook that off with a wave of her hand. “Trust me, Wendy has ten years’ seniority on me. She’ll be great. And she loves to travel. I’ll give her a call. How long does she have before the plane leaves? She’ll want to pack a bag.”
“Hannah.” Gavin tried to hold his temper in check. “The plane leaves in less than an hour.
We’ve already placed your name on the passenger list with the FAA. And don’t worry about packing a bag. We’ve taken care of everything.”
Slade’s hand came out to cover hers. “It’s going to be fine. Your grandmother will understand. You can call her when we get there.”
Hannah pulled back. “I can’t just up and leave.”
Gavin forced a placid smile on his face. “It’s going to be all right. Let’s talk about your other responsibilities, and we’ll make sure they’re handled.”
The door to his office came open with a crash. Gavin looked up, ready to yell at the intruder.
“Dex?” Slade stood, staring with his mouth open. “Dude, what the hell happened to you?” Dex was carrying a battered pink suitcase, but that was the most normal thing about him. His dress shirt was shredded and his arms covered in scratches, as though he’d gotten into a fight with a chipper-shredder and taken the worst end of it.
Hannah stood, and her notepad fell to the floor. “Oh, my…Dex, you’re hurt! We need to clean you up. Do you need to go to a hospital?” She frowned. “Is that my suitcase?” Dex set the luggage down and turned to Hannah, his dark eyes laser-focused on his target.
“Maybe a mental hospital, darlin’. As for the damages, well, let’s say I got into a little tussle with your pu**y. I discovered that it has claws, rather like her owner. But I won’t make the same mistake twice.”
“You found my cat?” Hannah’s voice was a hopeful whisper.