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us a Moon Wish fundraiser.”
    “So why do you think I should go alone?”
    “It might be nice to be there by yourself. I mean, obviously, there will be a lot of people, but none of your close high school friends. I just think it might help you get some closure.”
    “That’s why Riley wanted us to go back.”
    Maggie’s cell rings, so she answers and tells them to send someone up.  
    “The event rep is here. Just think about it.”
    “I will, Maggie. Thanks.”
    “You know, once word gets out that you’ve planned Keatyn’s wedding, you will have more jobs than you’ll know what to do with. I’m not sure what you want to do, but we’re looking to hire an event coordinator.”
    “I thought you already had one?”
    “We do. Here onsite. This is a different role. We do fundraising events all over the world and have been contracting planners in each location. We’d like to have someone in-house to be in charge of all those events.”
    “So it would be for Moon Wish?”
    “Yes. Meaning you could live anywhere in the world you wanted and still do the job.”
    “Wow. That would be amazing. Why don’t you do it?”
    “I’m doing it right now and it’s too much with everything that goes on here. Not only are we a working vineyard, we have a restaurant, a wine tasting room, and a store. And we host about ten events a week.” She gives me a hug. “I’ll get out of your hair and let you get to work. Text me if you need anything or if you hear from Riley.”
    “I will,” I say, grabbing my phone and holding it up.  
    The second she leaves the room, I check to see if I have a message from Riley.  
    I don’t.

Captive Films — Santa Monica
    VANESSA

    After Keatyn dismisses us, I march down to Dawson’s office. He’s slowly following behind me.  
    Once inside his office, he slides closer. “That kiss in the board room was hot.”
    “You smell like Vegas; a mixture of alcohol, stale cigars, and puke. You need a shower.”
    He gives me a naughty grin, puts his nose next to my neck and sniffs me. “You smell too. I think you need to shower with me.”
    “I smell like expensive perfume. And, in case you didn’t notice, we’re in the middle of a crisis, Dawson. I don’t have time for a shower. I have to be back in the boardroom shortly.”
    He runs his hand up the back of my neck and into my hair. “Fine,” he says. “I’ll shower. You watch.”
    “I’m not going to stay here and watch you shower,” I say, as I sit myself on an ottoman that happens to have a perfect view of the all glass shower. “We have way too much to do.”
    He starts stripping off his clothes and I forget all about work.
    He smirks at me, knowing I can’t take my eyes off his gorgeous body. When he slowly walks past me, naked, just to put his dirty clothes in the laundry bag, I know he’s messing with me.  
    “I am, however, going to stay here and give you updates while you shower. That will be a good use of our time.”
    He gives me a nod, steps into the shower, then turns on the water and leans back, letting the water rush over his face.  
    I try to focus on my phone, which keeps vibrating with emails. “They’ve secured a location for the—” Dawson squeezes soap into his hand and lathers it all over himself, his hand sliding down washboard abs and then further down between his legs. I bite my lip. “ — Purity Party. Guess where it’s going to be at?”
    “Where?”
    “An old church that is now an event space.”
    “That fits the theme,” he says, turning to face me and giving me a full view of—everything. “Who thought of that?”
    “Tyler, actually. He went to a party there last year.”
    “He seems like he runs the place,” Dawson laughs.
    “He pretty much does. Even though his official title is executive assistant, everyone here knows the pecking order is Keatyn, Riley, Dallas, and then Tyler.”
    “He’s interviewing assistants for me,” he says, his arm muscles flexing as he lathers up his