Author's Notes:
Here it is, the (hopefully) much anticipated next segment of our journey with Kat and Paul. If you haven't read the first two parts, please go do so. This will make very little sense by itself. Any references to real entities are for reference purpose only. I do not own any of those names.
A big thanks to GaiusPetronius – he stepped up and helped to edit this segment, when my friend has been busy. Gaius' guidance and wisdom/experience has helped shape several sections into this story – in my opinion turning a good story into a great one. He did this entire edit in one night. So I claim responsibility for any remaining errors, since I trust his abilities.
Enjoy chapters 5-7!
Chapter 5
I sat there in complete disbelief. Katherine White – daughter of Doug White, CEO of the White Family Corporation – was the poor stranded girl I had picked up off the side of the road. She had been kidnapped. If I remembered correctly, since the McMahon thugs had crossed the state border, it was a federal offense. From Kat's description of what happened, I doubted anyone knew she had been dumped off in the mountains of Colorado.
And we'd just had sex. Incredible, amazing, satisfying sex. My mind wandered, replaying the events of our lovemaking. Had she said anything that could have indicated this, during our passion? No, I didn't think so. She kept chanting my name, encouraging me on. Just the thought of what we had done had me growing hard again.
But had she lied to me? It didn't seem that way. There were a couple times she seemed to be thinking about something, but I thought she was being honest the entire time.
Well, my phone didn't get reception, but there was the cabin phone. Perhaps I could call out and notify her parents...
Shit! My own parents! They were going to be worried sick about me. I checked the time, seeing it just after 4 pm. They will have expected a call from me by now. Better take care of that really quick.
I rose from the chairs and found the cabin phone, hanging from the wall. A corded phone, something I hadn't seen or experienced since I was a little boy. Well, it was still a phone. I picked up the receiver, ready to dial my parents first, deal with that, then try to reach Mr. White, or the Phoenix police, someone to notify that she was safe and we'd be back when the blizzard ended.
I paused. Something didn't sound right. The phone sounded hollow: no noise, no static, no dial tone.
Shit! Again! I checked the cable, made sure everything was plugged in, traced the line to where it entered the wall – everything seemed in place. The snow must have done something to cut the phone line. How would I reach the outside world now? I could probably put my coat on and trudge out through the snow to the main office, get some help from Max. That was probably the wisest thing to do, before it got too dark. The sooner everyone could be notified, the better.
I went over to the bedroom, peeking in, but saw that the bathroom was still closed. I'll write her a note, leave it on the bed, let her know I'm going to the office and I'll be back soon. No sense in making her worry when she comes out and can't find me.
A few minutes later, I had left a simple note, with paper from her sketch book, on the bed. I had all my warmest clothing on, my coat, a hat, my gloves – anything I thought that would keep me warm during the short trek. I took a deep breath and grabbed the door handle, pushing against the door. But it didn't move. Did I leave the deadbolt latched? No, all the locks were free. I checked and confirmed the handle was turning in my gloved hand. But the door still wouldn't budge. Was I being an idiot, in a sort of panic, trying to push when I should pull?
Oh. That made me feel dumb. But pulling on the door didn't change the panic I was starting to feel. As the door opened up, the storm door revealed snow was blocking all but the top inch of glass. Holy shit. How would that even budge? I had to at least try.
I twisted the knob and gave a lunge with my shoulder. The door seemed to move, but upon checking, it was less than an inch. I gave another shove, harder than before, but I couldn't feel the door give any leeway. It looked as if we were stuck. My shoulders slumped. I wiped some sweat from my brow, and realized I was roasting, with the effort I had been exerting and being dressed in full winter garb. Defeated, I closed the main door and started peeling off all my layers, putting them back, wondering how I was going to break the news to Kat that we were well and truly stuck. Well, if all else failed, I'm sure one of the solid wooden chairs could crash through the side window. But if the blizzard was bad enough to hold the door shut, I imagined I probably couldn't even find my way to the main office anyway.
I took one last look around the cabin to see if there was any other way out of here. Finding none, I sat down heavily onto the couch, resting my elbows on my knees and my head in my hands. I sat there like that, thinking, pondering how I was going to talk to Kat. And what to do about the knowledge that she was the daughter of a ridiculously wealthy family – an heiress to that, too – who wanted to go her own way instead of taking over the family business. I couldn't blame her, really. Sure she could have wealth, probably power too, but if she wasn't happy, or if she couldn't have the time to do her art, with the responsibilities of running a corporation, what was the point? All work and no play, after all. I sighed and leaned back into the cushion. What was I going to do?
I had been so lost in my thoughts that I hadn't heard the shower stop, or any other indication that Kat was right behind me, until I felt warm hands trace from my shoulders down my chest, then her lips press into my neck. Ah, God that felt so good...
