Free Cameron's Control (Novella #1): The Enthrall Sessions (Volume 4) by Vanessa Fewings, Louise Bohmer Page A

skin was perfectly smooth beneath my touch.  
    Mia blinked at me. “Cameron, thank you for letting me visit Henry with you.”
    “Pleasure’s all mine.”  
    She was a breath of fresh air and a wonderful distraction from all the usual testosterone fueled business dealings I’d been engrossed in lately.
    I’d spent the last few days taking a slew of conference calls with my father, owner and CEO of Cole tea and Tempest Coffees. We’d strategized together on the best way forward with the impending advertising campaign.
    The shareholders had been getting antsy and the board of directors had all but placed the thumbscrews on my father, demanding he cut costs and improve profits.
    My dad had always insisted the company take care of its employees and honor its charitable responsibilities, which had been a real influence on me. Charlie’s Soup Kitchen in Santa Monica was testament to that. The small restaurant that served the homeless had been my first philanthropic endeavor. I’d started it in my twenties, so it held a special place in my heart.
    Mia had expressed a desire to take more shifts there to help out, and though I didn’t need any validation on why she was perfect for me, her desire to help others was it.
    I’d built my life on that philosophy. My psychiatric practice in Los Angeles was thriving, though lately I’d been juggling too much. Mia was proving the best remedy. Her playfulness, her intuition to know what I needed and when, had turned my life upside down. All for the better.
    Her interference in my older brother Henry’s wellbeing when she visited him in Big Bear, and somehow tempted him out of seclusion, verged on a therapeutic miracle.  
    She really was my perfect little angel.
    “I can’t wait to see him,” she said.
    I marveled at her ability to pick up on my thoughts.
    We drove the rest of the way with my hand refusing to let go of hers, and Mia relaxed and seemed soothed by my touch.
    I parked the Bentley in the garage next to the house. We headed around to the front door.
    I knocked, despite having a key, wanting Henry to know I respected his privacy. I’d given him this place and wanted him to know he was safe here.
    The door flew open and a smiling Henry appeared. “You’re late.”
    Mia knelt to greet Dex, who leapt onto her lap and greeted her with licks and brushes of his head, his tail wagging. Henry had always had a thing for Labradors.
    A check of my watch confirmed we were in fact late. I’d told Henry we’d be here by 11AM. It was 11:05.
    With an arch of a brow, I gave him a look of seriously?
    Dex left Mia’s lap and sprang over to me.
    “Hello, boy.” I scratched his chin and ran my fingers over his thick black coat.
    Mia flew into Henry’s arms to give him the biggest hug. “There was traffic,” she explained, gazing up at him.
    “You’re forgiven.”
    We followed him into the living area and I scanned the place, needing to see evidence my older brother was okay. The room was tidy, perhaps a little too tidy, with his shoes lined up in the corner in a hint of compulsive disorder. But Henry had trained as a SEAL at WestPoint, and if there was one thing I knew about military training was order was the foundation of an officer’s life.
    I caught the family photos he’d placed on the fridge. A good sign. The blinds were open, removing my fear he might have slipped into a depression, and the ironed shirt and jeans he wore, along with those highly polished shoes, proved he’d been looking forward to our arrival.
    Henry folded his arms.
    He’d caught me.
    “What’s wrong?” asked Mia.
    “My brother has a Sherlock fetish,” said Henry.
    I waved it off and made my way over to the kitchen. “Coffee?”
    “Yes please,” said Mia, heading over to the fridge for the milk.
    Within a few minutes, I’d handed over piping hot mugs filled to the brim with Tempest coffee to Mia and Henry, and we carried our drinks into the small garden. We made ourselves comfortable on