by Anthology
Really it was a win-win, Samantha told herself as she fingered the wedding invitation. Career win for her. Ego win for her because Ryan would hear about this weekend. And Blake would win because he would have a hard working, smart and ambitious team member who would help him close this Daycon deal with ease.
Promotion here I come.
She needed the promotion. And more money. Since her father had fallen victim to the real estate bubble and lost everything including Samantha’s college funds, he’d eventually succumbed to despair and depression and killed himself. Samantha had been left with grief and then a staggering college loan amount she was barely putting a dent in. She needed to move up the career ladder so she could start saving for other things—a house for starters. She’d prove her value to Mr. Putnam.
“Blake,” she reminded herself. A girlfriend would call him Blake.
She wondered what he would do if she touched him, held his hand in front of his family. The idea gave her a thrill of fear. Would serve him right. Date.
“Still with us?” Blake asked into the mouthpiece, filling her ears with his mumbled voice and reigniting her anger.
“Yes,” Samantha lied, keeping her eyes tightly closed as Blake’s deep laughter filled her ears.
Maybe she’d kiss him in front of Avery or his mother. What would he do then? She almost laughed at the thought of kissing the block of ice. He could hardly push her away without giving up his secret. She’d never have the nerve to do it, but still, she gazed at the back of his head where his dark hair lay so thick and springy and wondered what it felt like. Silky. If she were kissing him, she’d spear her fingers through his hair and let it slide through her fingers. Her palm tingled. Sometimes, her imagination was too vivid.
Five
Blake and Charlie, the pilot, were old friends from boarding school, so they’d been catching up most of the flight. Charlie tried to get Blake to talk about his new girl in the backseat, but Blake deflected the conversation. He could imagine Charlie’s curiosity as he hadn’t brought another woman to the island since…. He stopped that train of thought.
Every time Blake glanced behind him, Samantha looked miserable, the color drained from her face, eyes closed, head resting against the inside of the helicopter. He hoped she wouldn’t throw up. His sister, Avery, threw up in the family helicopter one year, on the way from Atlanta to Indigo Island. She had been young, but still. They’d all had to endure the rest of the flight with that nauseating smell permeating the helicopter’s cabin. This weekend was going to be challenging enough without starting it off all wrong.
He hoped he’d made a good choice. This had all been Marlene’s idea. She’d pulled the files on all the attractive single women who worked for the company and ran background checks on them all. Samantha hadn’t been included in the original batch, but after he’d seen her performance under fire at a meeting, he’d told Marlene to pull her file.
“I don’t really care which one it is, Marlene,” he remembered telling her. “I just need someone discreet, polite and capable of handling my family. No drama. I just want to fly to the island, make it through these blasted events, and leave in one piece with all my energy intact for the big merger talks.”
He’d barely looked at the headshots, well, not entirely true. He had lingered a bit over Samantha’s, but then he’d closed the file, determined to let Marlene handle the task. Only really, she hadn’t, not the way he’d initially planned. He hoped he didn’t regret his impulse. He still didn’t fully understand what had come over him, and why he had let, putting Samantha Jones’ file back on top.
He had promised himself he would be completely logical with relationships with women after the disaster that had been Jane, his long-term college girlfriend, who had nearly become his wife. She had been wrong for him in so many ways, yet how she’d wrapped him around her finger was still a mystery. None of his friends had liked Jane, in fact, they all urged him to break up with her all during college, but somehow she’d held him enthralled for five long years, until she’d broken his heart. No woman would ever be allowed that close to him again.
So Samantha had made first cut, and he’d then casually put her folder on top and said something about starting with her. He’d pretended to ignore Marlene’s piercing, questioning look. Blake now mulled over what he knew about her other than the obvious physical charms, which were proving to be more of a distraction than he had expected, but so far he knew she was prompt, and efficient. Her work reviews raved about her diligence, initiative and intellect. Her upbringing would make her fairly comfortable with his family’s old Southern money elegance. Yes, he’d chosen well. His mom would love Samantha’s blonde Audrey Hepburn look. His dad liked anybody his boys brought home so he wasn’t worried about fooling his old man.
Blake thought back to the moment Samantha froze on the rooftop near the helipad. Even with the oversized black-rimmed sunglasses covering half of her face, Blake had seen the terror wash over her. He’d been irritated by her fear, but there hadn’t been time to pick someone else. He just hoped she didn’t have any other phobias. At least she hadn’t made a fuss once he’d buckled her in the helicopter.
Now, he’d wished he had asked her about motion sickness. Maybe he’d send her back on the ferry after the weekend was over. Yes, that was a perfect idea, he thought. She didn’t need to be back as quickly as he did, and by Sunday afternoon, their act would be over. Everything would go according to his plan. Things always did for Blake Putnam. He made sure of it.
***
Samantha felt her stomach lurch into her throat, and she opened her eyes to search for a barf bag but realized the helicopter was dropping and before she knew it, they’d landed on an orange helipad. Thank God, she thought.
The roar of the propellers faded away quickly and Blake hopped out of the front seat, climbed down and disappeared. The pilot climbed out and opened the door for her. Samantha sat frozen, not trusting her legs to be able to walk down even a couple steps.
“Wasn’t that a blast, Samantha?” the pilot asked, expertly unbuckling the safety harness while Sam sat motionless. “Did you see that huge pod of dolphins? Hey, you Ok?”
“No,” she answered, trying not to cry.
“Oh, no, here, let me help you,” the pilot said, climbing backwards down the stairs and half-carrying Samantha behind him.
Once back on solid ground, Samantha felt better. The helicopter pilot handed her a cold water bottle and Samantha gulped it hoping to settle her nerves and stomach. A white golf cart with a script P painted on the side in orange waited and their luggage had been loaded in the back.
“Ready to meet the family?” Blake said, impatiently looking at his watch.
“Oh, yes, I’ve never felt better. Thanks for asking,” Samantha said, glaring at him before finishing the water bottle.
“Maybe you should take something for your stomach before you travel,” Blake said.
“Maybe I will if I know how and when I’m going to travel,” she snapped before she could stop herself.
He stiffened.
“Next time you pick a file, you might want to mention the helipad.”
“Are you planning to snipe at me all weekend?”
“Nope,” she screwed the cap back on the bottle.
“Good,” Blake said, and turned away.
He walked to the golf cart, greeted the driver and climbed into the front seat, of course, leaving Samantha to walk over on shaky legs by herself. She made it, smiled at the driver and climbed into the back seat alone. She realized now how she’d underestimated the power of the weekend. She’d be miserable all weekend, not knowing what was coming next and expected to follow behind Blake like an obedient dog. She wouldn’t be able to handle his aloof and condescending personality through cocktails much less dinner. She’d mess up and be out of a job by Monday.
Six
Blake wished there was more than water in the bottle he was chugging as he sat next to the driver, with Samantha in the back
seat of the golf cart. Soon he’d be dealing with his entire family, something he tried to avoid whenever possible. He loved them all, individually. In groups, well, they were overwhelming. Especially his two brothers, who were, by their choices, proving themselves to be as weak as his own father.
James already worked for Putnam Industries and was the heir apparent. Putnam Industries was one of the largest paper companies in the U.S. His family was responsible for more deforestation than he could swallow – and they continued to be despite the grave environmental warnings. Nearly four billion trees worldwide are cut down each year for paper. Those numbers disgusted Blake in a digital world, even as it made his family even wealthier. World consumption of paper had grown 400 percent in the last 40 years. Every board meeting Blake attended left him in despair.
“People still need paper, son,” his father Richard would tell him whenever he mentioned the trees. “Don’t be a tree hugger. You know we have a massive reforestation program. And Putnam Industries employs thousands. Without us, what would those people do for a living?”
Blah, blah, blah was all Blake heard. His grandfather had started the business back in 1898, and today it had grown to more than 60,000 employees, headquartered in Atlanta where everyone in his family still lived, except Blake. The company prided itself on being the largest producer of plastic lids and paper cups, manufacturing for fast-food giants like McDonald’s, Wendy’s, Subway and the rest. All Blake envisioned was the ever-expanding plastic garbage dump in the middle of the ocean, a dump with his family’s logo floating on top, choking everything in the seas.
As much as Blake was angry with his father and with how James was steering the business, Blake had loved his grandfather. He was such a visionary. Blake was certain his grandfather would have rolled the entire business into a model for the future, renewable paper or something, instead of the past. That’s what Blake would do with his genetics company. He would help people, help decode disease, provide individuals with answers. Save things, people, animals and plants, instead of killing trees and all that depended on them. His short-sighted and selfish family chose money over the earth, the familiar over innovation.
Blake also wished he could just drive himself somewhere, but no, he was back with his family and that meant being driven. And it meant being polite to the drivers like John who was driving the golf cart now. All the Putnam kids were grown and capable of driving themselves, but his family insisted on being driven around the estate. Some of the people who worked here had actually worked for Blake’s grandfather, too, and probably had a stronger backbone than any of the Putnam men, he thought.
“Thanks John,” Blake said as he pulled the golf cart up in front of the main entrance of the Putnam’s Indigo Island Plantation estate. Blake hoped Samantha would get over her motion sickness soon. He needed her making a good impression from the start, so he wouldn’t have any worries this weekend. And she looked much better when she smiled. A smile he hadn’t seen since they’d lifted off from the flight pad on top of his office building.
“We’re here, Samantha,” Blake said, and after hesitating, he stretched out his hand to help her from the cart. Her touch felt stirring. Her hand was small, and soft but the electricity was powerful, a current between them, even more intense than in his office. He found himself trying to see her eyes, her expression behind her sunglasses. Why had he let Marlene pick such a big pair? He had held her hand too long, he realized, and dropped it, breaking the connection.
“Welcome to the Putnam’s,” he said, realizing he had to be smoother than this.
He would have to touch her to appear normal, but when he touched her, he felt…. He stopped that train of thought.
“This is a house?” Samantha asked. “Your house?”
She gazed up at what was a replica of an original plantation house built at the turn of the century for one of the wealthy indigo farming families. At one point, the indigo plant grown to make dye had been a bigger crop on the island than oysters, Blake knew. But now, of course, Indigo Island’s biggest crop was its wealthy southern families and their second, or third, homes.
“It’s a replica of the plantation home that used to be here, one that was wiped out by a hurricane decades ago.”
She listened to him intently, and Blake, who loved history, continued.
“Mom researched the history and while it has all the finest of everything modern, she tried to make it seem like it has always been here. Of course the two wings on either side are contemporary,” Blake added.
“Of course,” Samantha said, and somehow, that two-word response left him feeling both spoiled and clueless. Two things he despised.
“Are you mocking me?” Blake asked, his voice hushed to a whisper, anger flowing through his veins replacing whatever positive energy had been there a moment before.
They were climbing the brick stairs up to the main wrap around porch. Samantha stopped and took off her sunglasses.
“Why would you think that?” She asked.
Blake stared down into her guileless eyes and had no idea what he’d been about to say.
“Blake,” his mother flung open the door. “You are finally here.”
She enveloped him in a hug, but he could see her attention immediately fixated on Samantha.
Even though his mom had never been the cuddly, play-on-the-floor-with-you type of mom, Blake respected her. Evalyn was elegant, refined and strong. The one in the family most like himself, Blake thought.
He kissed her on both cheeks.
“Now the family is all together,” she pulled away from him slightly and ran her slim fingers through her blonde hair, cut in a stylish bob.
“Are you going to introduce me?” She teased and smoothed the skirt of her floral cocktail dress and pink shoes. “We’ve all been taking bets on who would be skilled and intriguing enough to pull you out of a board meeting for a date, much less a second date or maybe even a third.”
Her eyes scanned Samantha intently.
“Mother, this is Samantha Jones,” he said, and exhaled as Sam’s face lit up with her signature smile, and she stepped forward to shake his mother’s hand.
“None of that,” she said, and quickly hugged Samantha. “So nice to meet you dear,” Evalyn said. “Please come inside you two. This afternoon heat is intolerable.”
***
Samantha gave Mrs. Putnam her best fake smile and then felt guilty. She seemed so warm and nice. How did she end up with a son as cool as Blake? Samantha still wanted to give him a piece of her mind for not telling her about the wedding and the helicopter but, seeing how happy his mom was to see him made Samantha remember her role in this whole set-up. She was to be seen, to smile, and not to be heard. She didn’t matter aside from being a quiet, manageable presence so Blake didn’t have to answer uncomfortable questions.
She was not going to let this business opportunity pass, though. She was going to charm his family so much that he’d be begging to hear about her ancestry testing. If he’d just keep his hands off her so she could concentrate. Twice now he’d touched her, and she’d felt like a live wire. What was up with that? He was hot, but so not her type. Controlling and aloof.
He’d felt the chemistry too, she thought with a stab of smugness. He couldn’t let go of her fast enough. Good. She wanted to make him uncomfortable.
They followed his mother through the house. Samantha felt as if she were in a museum. She wanted to stop and look at everything, but Evalyn set a brisk pace, clearly with a destination in mind. Focus, Samantha reminded herself. Show Blake what she was made of.
They entered an opulent room where quite a few people were sitting in small groups or standing about in front of the floor to ceiling windows that looked out over the green, rolling lawn and the Atlantic beyond. Immediately Samantha could feel the hot stare of a man, who stood up when she entered. She quickly broke eye contact and without thinking, stepped closer to Blake.
While Blake introduced her to each of his siblings—the old
est James, his sister Avery and finally the baby, Denton – Samantha smiled and shook hands. They were all gorgeous just like Blake, tall, blonde with sparkling blue eyes. The boys all had what must be the Putnam build. Broad shoulders tapering to a thin waist.
Avery, the sister, was glowing from a hint of a suntan and also because it was her big weekend. But even as she chatted with Avery, oohing and aahing over her gigantic engagement ring, Samantha felt tingles on the back of her neck, and when she looked past Blake, to her left, she saw the man staring again. This time, he flashed her a big smile.
He stood alone, leaning against a white wall, at the edge of the circular entry area, taking in all of the introductions, but not participating. He was incredibly sexy, with dark brown hair, dark brown eyes and he was tall enough to be seen over the heads of all the Putnams. But who was he? And why was he staring at her?
“You are doing well,” Blake said, appearing next to her. “You’ve met almost all of my family. Just missing the old man.”
“They are all very nice, but none of them have dates.” Samantha said.
“Not true. James and Denton’s dates are walking the beach and Avery’s fiancé is over there, next to his brother Max,” he said, pointing to the man who had been staring at her.
Avery’s fiancé, and his brother, began heading toward them.
“We’re all not so sure about him, but Avery is, so what are you going to do?” Blake said. “Mom’s tried to break them up for years, but it just made them closer. Let’s go get a drink.”
“Hey Blake, good to see you. I’m Mark, Avery’s fiancé,” the man said to Samantha reaching out to shake her hand.
“Nice to meet you,” Samantha said.
“And I’m Max,” he said, winking at Samantha and kissing the top of her hand. “You are gorgeous.”
Samantha blushed uncomfortably. Blake placed his hand on the small of her back. “We were just going for a walk,” he said. “See you both later,” he added, gently guiding Samantha away from the two men. His touch had made her stomach flip, and Samantha thought she saw Blake shoot a warning glance at Max, but she wasn’t sure. She did know she loved the feel of Blake’s hand on her back, it made her feel safe and protected. And his possessiveness gave her a bit of a thrill, which she shouldn’t even admit to she admonished herself sternly. She was his fake date. He was her boss. Hot but unattainable. And she didn’t want to attain him.