Distracting the Billionaire's Son

  Distracting the Billionaire’s Son

  Jordan Bell

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  One

  Shannon Silver and I were twenty-nine hours past our last final exam, all our worldy possessions loaded into the back of her SUV, and less than twelve minutes from two weeks of lying by the pool with nothing in the world to care about but our tans.

  The semester had been rough, but I’d had Shannon and the promise of this vacation to get me through when I didn’t think I would make it. The Silvers had money, serious money, which made us unlikely roommates. She could have had one of the luxury dorms with a private room and bath. She could have gotten her own place. Why she stayed with me and our bunk beds and community shower, I’ll never know. But I’ll always be grateful.

  “There it is,” she said, pointing over the steering wheel as she turned off the highway onto the loneliest looking dirt road I’d ever seen. The SUV bumped down the hill towards a line of trees and, according to Shannon’s description of the place, extended all the way to the water. There was even a sign, tucked into the trees off the road. Camp Silver, Private Property. Cute.

  “Welcome to the middle of nowhere, Jess.” She reached over and took my wrist, gave me a playful shake. “Relax a little. You’re going to have a good time. We’ve got a pool, a private boat, famous chefs to keep us happy and fat, and several cousins I’m willing to give you my blessing to flirt shamelessly with.”

  I grinned. “That’s very magnanimous of you.”

  “I’m here for you, babe.”

  As she drove us under the canopy of trees, the temperature dropped ten degrees, chilling after having the sun on me for the last seven hours. It was darker too, but very pretty. Pale rocks made the path illuminate in the dusky light and a black wrought iron fence blocked either side of the drive until we came to a gate with an “S” in silver emblazoned at the center.

  Shannon punched in the code and the gate opened silently to let us pass. There were no fences past the gate, and the trees seemed to stretch endlessly around us. When the gate closed, I had a very sudden sense of peace and security fall over me. Yes, Shannon was right. This was going to be a good vacation.

  “We stay in cabins,” she said, pointing into the trees, though I couldn’t see anything but seas of green. “They are in pods of three with plenty of space between each pod. My grandparents stay in the main house when they come, but the rest of us will be roughing it. My parents love to pretend they are campers.”

  She flashed me a smile. Shannon wasn’t typical for all her family’s money. She was pretty, but in an average way, thin but enjoyed food more than most girls allowed themselves to, and took her family’s money with a grain of salt. She had a job in a coffee shop and aside from the occasional ostentatious outfit her mom or older sister sent her, wore the same big box retail store clothes I did. She loved her family more than anyone I’d ever met and I loved her like a sister. I hoped the rest of her family embraced me as readily as Shannon had.

  “Sounds nice. I’ve never been camping before.”

  Shannon laughed. “Well, neither have we. Not really.” She pulled the SUV off the main rock road onto a dirt path that fed deep into the trees. The branches were close enough I could reach out and touch the leaves, which were deep, mossy green and a little damp. The air smelled like fresh rain and something earthy and mellow. Shannon turned the radio down and all the sudden filled the car with the noise of birds and bugs and the slow crunch of twigs and rocks as we drove over them. Even if it was in a cabin at a private summer retreat with chefs and housekeepers, I was excited to be a part it.

  “I love that sound. I swear it’s the only place in the world that sounds like this. Two weeks is never long enough.”

  Shannon slowed and broke through the trees to a wide circular clearing with three very small one room cabins at three points along the circle. At the center was a fourth building, round with high narrow windows along the roofline. Two other vehicles were parked between two of the cabins and a young, shirtless, guy was busy unloading one of them. At the sight of him, Shannon squealed and slammed on the breaks.

  She was out of the car and across the clearing before either of us knew what she was doing. The boy immediately dropped the bags he’d been holding to catch her.

  This was Shannon. While I never talked about my family, Shannon couldn’t stop talking about hers. From his picture, I guessed this was her brother and the youngest Silver, Eric. He had Shannon’s dark hair and average height. He was still high school skinny, but I could tell he was growing up to be very good looking. It took Shannon a long time to loosen her hold on him.

  She leaned to whisper into his ear and then he waved at me, a bright smile as big as Shannon’s. I waved, unbuckled my seat belt, and climbed out of the still idling car.

  “Jessica, my baby brother, Eric. Eric, this is my best friend Jessica Lewis.” He shook my hand, firm and confident like his sister.

  “Jessica. Welcome to the Silver’s annual summer retreat. It’s good to see Shannon bringing a friend this year.”

  Shannon blushed, shrugged, and looked away embarrassed. If Eric noticed, he didn’t show it. Another Shannon Silver mystery. She was the most easily likable person I’d ever met, but I’d rarely ever seen her hang out with other girls. Around strangers, shyness killed her tongue, but around the rest of us she was the star.

  “I’m very happy to be invited. It’s all Shannon ever talked about was this retreat. Honestly, if she didn’t invite me I was going to stow away in her luggage.” The brother and sister laughed easily at this and Shannon gave my shoulders a squeeze for good measure. Shannon touched everyone, all the time, when she wanted to express some emotion she couldn’t articulate. My family didn’t touch, never touched, so it took me months to stop tensing up every time she took me by surprise.

  “You mean to welcome her to the Silver zoo.” We turned at the voice, deep and resonating, completely unlike Shannon and Eric’s. A man leaned out of the doorway of the cabin, braced his body against the door jam and stared down at us behind sunglasses. He was taller than the other two, but shared their caramel skin tone and dark hair. He was broader than Eric through the shoulders, and did not flash the trademark Silver smile. “And we are all the attractions for your amusement.”

  “Jonah,” Eric warned gently. “Be nice. She just got here.”

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sp; Jonah. The older brother. Every time Shannon ever talked about him, it was with a mixture of emotions I could never decipher. Sadness, maybe. Or disappointment. I’m not sure, but also always admiration and affection. It was a quieter, distant affection though, and she didn’t squeal and launch herself at him as she had with Eric.

  He was dressed nice in impeccably neat black slacks and black button up shirt. The top buttons was undone, but otherwise the cuffs were tight and his dress shoes unscuffed despite being in the woods. He made me feel like my shorts, “Go Pink! Girl’s Track Team” t-shirt, and sandals were the ones out of place.

  “I am being nice.” He pushed off the door and took one step at a time, emphasizing his words with each step, until he was at our level. “She should know it’s not all free food and days lounging at the pool. You go to the beach when you’re told to go to the beach. You go shopping when it’s time to show off our incredibly influential family to the tourists. You eat meals when our French chef has prepared them and even if you can’t pronounce the dishes, you eat them anyway because asking for a cheeseburger and fries would be rude. You laugh at my father’s jokes and compliment my mother’s clothes. This isn’t a vacation. It’ll be your job to make the Silvers feel good about their place in the world. You good with that, sweetheart?” He tucked a lock of my hair behind my ear before I could stop him, his fingertip barely grazing my skin, but I jerked back automatically as if he’d branded me.

  I had no idea how I was supposed to answer.

  “Stop it, Jonah.” Shannon edged between us. He hesitated, but backed off without argument. As soon as she had his attention the stiffness in his shoulders lessoned almost imperceptibly. “She’s my guest and my friend. You know what that’s like? Friends? Please don’t embarrass her. We aren’t like that.”

  “He didn’t embarrass me.” I’d been so quiet while all this had gone on that I was surprised by my own voice. I sounded convincing, but the truth was I was a little rattled. Shannon did not do Jonah’s intensity justice. “And I’m very grateful to be here. As long as no one makes me take a test or write an essay about my summer vacation, I’ll do whatever anyone wants me to do. I’m just happy to be here and not at school.”

  The Silver siblings all stared at me while I rambled on, but Jonah’s sunglasses made him particularly unnerving. I felt like the attraction at the zoo instead. I nervously played with the bead bracelets on my left wrist to fill the silence so I wouldn’t start talking again.

  “See,” Shannon said, turning back to her older brother. “Be nice for once.”

  After a hard moment, he relented and even though I couldn’t see his eyes, his face softened a little. “How were exams?”

  “Oh. You know. I did ok I think, except maybe in French. It was my last exam and by then I could barely speak English. It’ll probably be ok. Probably.”

  “And you, Miss Lewis? Were your exams just ok?” I thought Shannon had told me her older brother was in grad school. The way he spoke to me, looked at me, I felt like either he was much older or I was much younger. Each word put me in my place, and I didn’t know why.

  “Yes, I guess.”

  “You guess?”

  “Don’t let her fool you.” Shannon nudged me and nodded to her brother. “Tell him the truth. She always does well.”

  “I’m just a good test taker.”

  A cell phone went off, loud amongst the sounds of the woods, and very unnatural. All three Silvers checked their pockets, but by the grimace on Jonah’s mouth, I guessed he was the lucky winner.

  He turned abruptly, without a word to his siblings, and got in the little BMW lurking behind the jeep Eric was unloading, and peeled back up the path and disappeared into the trees.

  “Must have been dad,” Shannon said quietly, and that strange sad look touched her eyes.

  “That’s got to be a new record for him. Jonah had only shown up a minute before you guys did. Dad’s got like, psychic powers when Jonah comes within a mile of him.” Eric shared the strange look with Shannon, abruptly grabbed the dropped bags, and headed into the cabin. Shannon followed up the steps and I stayed at her heels.

  “Are you and Jonah sharing?”

  Eric laughed. “You kidding? He’s the cabin by himself over by the water. He just stopped by to say, I don’t know. Hello, but in Jonah-speak. Besides, I’m picking up Nelson tomorrow at the airport. You’re not the only one with friends, Shannon.”

  “Who has the other cabin, do you know?”

  Eric came back down the steps for the last of his bags. “I think mom said she was putting the McCollister girls in there.”

  Shannon grimaced. “Didn’t you and Sarah, last summer…?”

  “Yes,” he interrupted. “But nothing’s stopping us from doing it again this summer. If she’s still cute.”

  “Wow, shallow much?”

  “Henry’s coming.” He gave her a pointed look and then hurried up the steps into his cabin. Shannon flushed hard. This caught my attention – Shannon rarely showed interest in any specific boys at school.

  “Oh. Look, we’re going to go unpack.” She grabbed my hand and whisked me back to the car before his laughter could embarrass her further.

  Two

  “Henry McCollister is the hottest boy I have ever laid eyes on.”

  Our bags lay piled in the middle of the room, ignored. We’d managed to unpack enough to change out of our sweaty travel clothes, but not much else.

  “That’s a big claim. How come I’ve never heard of this hottie Henry McCollister before?” We climbed onto our matching twin beds and sat cross legged facing each other. The tiny room was symmetrically laid out – two twin beds with detailed, hand quilted blankets, two dressers, two tiny stools and a window above each bed. Not entirely unlike our dorm room, really. There was a bathroom with only a toilet and sink, and a hand-braided rug at the front door. It was very quaint and a lot less fancy than I had expected, although the little bell by the door for summoning housekeeping dissolved any pretend idea we were roughing it.

  Shannon shrugged and pulled at a star shape on her quilt. “I don’t know. I haven’t seen him in like, three years. His mom and my mom were roommates in college.” Shannon’s face brightened. “Like us! Mary McCollister’s husband is a corporate lawyer and sometimes works with my dad, too. Henry’s the oldest and adorable. Last time I’d seen him he was taking up surfing and had skin like a bronzed statue.”

  This was a side of Shannon I wasn’t used to. She was bright and sweet, but rarely dreamy. Thinking about this mysterious Henry made her eyelids droop and a drunken smile appear. In the filtered light, she looked young and less put together than I’d ever seen her.

  “He sounds fantastic. Have you and he…?”

  “Nothing.” The dreamy look vanished and she sat up straighter – the posture of a girl who’s had classes in sitting up straight. “I’m a year younger than him. I was only seventeen last time he saw me and I doubt he was looking to trade down, you know?”

  “You’re all grown up now.” I wiggled my eyebrows at her and she giggled.

  “That’s true,” she agreed. “And there are going to be very few people here for two weeks neither of us are related to. Except…” she gave me a hesitant glance and I gave her a reassuring shake of my head.

  “I will be too busy seducing cousins to even notice Mr. McCollister.”

  We laughed easily together and she waved me off the bed. “Come on, we’ll unpack later. Let me give you the grand tour.”

  Shannon pointed the walking routes out on a detailed map hung beside the front door. There were seven pods of cabins and walking the whole route was about three miles. Most people drove ATVs to the main house, but our pod was close enough to walk. The beach was only a few minutes through the woods, and the main house a quick five minute walk.

  Eric’s car was gone when we stepped outside and there was no sign of Jonah. That’s when Shannon grimaced and stood in front of the fourth, small round building at the center.
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br />   “These are the showers,” she said, and pointed to a flip sign at the door. “We share with the pod. If you’re taking like, a real shower, flip the sign to ‘Occupied.’ Most people don’t change the sign if they are only going in to wash sand off in a bathing suit.”

  “I guess we’re not leaving dorm life entirely behind, then.” Shannon laughed and seemed to relax.

  The main house was a pretty walk through the trees up a trail with markers pointing to the different pod locations and the boat house. I was starting to understand why they called this place Camp Silver. I wondered if a bugle would call us to breakfast in the morning.

  The main house turned out to be exactly what I expected of a family as wealthy as the Silvers. The house looked like a giant bed and breakfast with cars parked out front that cost more than my college tuition. Jonah’s little BMW was still here. A butler greeted us at the door and Shannon morphed into tour guide mode.

  She had knowledge about where the stones in the foyer floor came from and the chandelier’s French history. The dining room was big enough to feed a small army and everything was painted light and bright to mimic the glowing sunshine that spilled in through floor to ceiling tall windows. We passed through three different living room areas.

  She showed me the game room, with a billiards table and board game tables, and the workout room which I swore I wouldn’t go into for any money in the world. The kitchen was impressive but we were ushered out by a very angry faced French man.

  There was no formal library, but there was a huge wrap around back porch with tables and big beach umbrellas, a hot tub, and a view that made the whole trip worth it alone. Waves burst against the Silver’s private docks, deep, untainted blue capped in fluffy white foam. It was picture perfect. There were four boats of different sizes and colors tied up along the docks.

  “You don’t like boats,” I pointed out after she told me what each of them was used for.