Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25822 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25822 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Fate sucks. Last night it was fine when I didn’t know he’s the man who holds one of the largest accounts I could possibly ever acquire. Now I do. This would be huge for my company—my soapany—so I tamp down my overwhelming desire to soap up his muscular body and think about my future instead of my vagina.
“Thank you for your time.”
“Right.” His eyes darken, growing narrow as he stares right through me. “I’ll let you know what we decide.”
“Have a good day, Graham.” I brush past him and curse fate for screwing me. Literally.
Chapter 3
Graham
If Santa were real, I know exactly what I’d ask for—Zoe’s sweet pussy. Unfortunately, there’s no Santa, and it looks like I won’t be getting to enjoy her anytime soon. It’s the cardinal rule...no mixing business with pleasure. I had no idea the beautiful jaded elf was a potential supplier. Fucking figures. I can’t really confirm that would’ve stopped me had I known, but judging by the look on her face when I walked in, she had no idea either and it certainly would’ve stopped her. I should be making sure everyone in this resort is safe, not replaying sex with Zoe over and over in my head.
I came up here to get away, not meet someone new. Try telling that to my dick, though.
After changing into a black sweater and jeans, I shrug into my coat and step from the warmth of my cabin, back into the frigid, ice-cold air. Mounds of freshly plowed snow line the walkways connecting the cabins to the main building as I wander around the property.
A pink knit hat in the parking lot, covering long dark tresses, catches my eye. Zoe, her previous sexy as sin black business skirt and heels now replaced with jeans and calf-high boots, stands by a black Camry, loading her suitcase into the trunk.
“What are you doing?” I call out, making my way over to her car.
“Leaving.” She smiles and brushes past me, throwing her purse into the front seat.
I grab the door. “You can’t leave. I thought I made that clear?”
“Well I thought about it,” she grabs the door, and stares into my eyes with something akin to panic, “and, I have to get off this mountain.”
I smile at her dramatics. “Well, that’s impossible.”
“Nothing’s impossible if you try hard enough.” She jerks the car door from my hold.
“You sound like a motivational poster.” She doesn’t think that’s funny. “I prefer the demotivational ones, they’re more accurate.”
She scrunches her face at me. “Demotivational?”
“Yeah, like overconfidence. The cat walking toward the eagle,” I explain, “and a little tagline saying ‘This is going to end in disaster. And you have no one to blame but yourself.’”
She jerks the door. “Like I said, nothing’s impossible.”
“Try stapling Jello to a tree.”
She parks a hand on her hip. “I really have to go.”
“No one’s getting off the mountain,” I say again.
“We’ll see about that.”
“No, we won’t.” I lean down, pop her trunk, and make my way to the back of her car.
“What are you doing?”
“You’re staying.” I remove her luggage and set the bag onto the ground.
“I’ll ski if I have to.” She lifts it back into the trunk. “I have somewhere to be.”
I step back. “I’m sure you can call your family, or boyfriend…” I don’t finish the thought cause the glare in her eyes directed at me is enough to silence me altogether.
She stalks closer, her red-tipped nail poking into my chest. “Do you think I’d...” she does a quick check over her shoulder to make sure no one is around, “sleep with you if I had a boyfriend?”
Honestly, I don’t know the answer to that. I sure as fuck hope not. I shrug.
Her plump lips open into an o. She jabs me again with her finger, this time in the ribs. “You have a girlfriend, don’t you?”
“I don’t have a girlfriend.” An idea sparks, though, and I step closer. “Technically.”
“Technically?” She shakes her head at me, then rolls her blue eyes in indignation. “What does that mean?”
“I don’t have anyone. Ok?” Everything I’m saying is coming out all wrong, so I grab her suitcase and head toward her cabin. This is probably the craziest idea I’ve ever had in my life on this Earth. But I didn’t get to where I am by being mundane.
“I can’t believe this,” she grouses, following me up the steps. “I can’t believe I’m stuck here.”
I open her door and let her step inside, before I follow and set her suitcase in the entryway.
She removes her hat and tosses it onto the mini sofa.
“Sorry,” not really, “but, I’d never forgive myself if something happened to you on your way down the mountain.”
“For the record, I don’t normally have one-night stands,” she says. “I hope that doesn’t affect... things.”
“Well, there wasn’t a lot of standing going on,” I walk closer, “so, technically, you didn’t.”