Her Naughty Mountain Man by C.L. Cruz

Author:C.L. Cruz [Cruz, C.L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: anonymous
Published: 2023-11-07T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 6

Liam

The warm, woody aroma of freshly ground coffee fills the lodge's cafe as I settle into a corner booth. The soft hum of hushed conversations around me is a gentle backdrop to my restless thoughts. In front of me, a macchiato sits, steam curling from its surface—Claire's favorite.

Last night's memories surge forward, and I can almost feel the soft weight of her laughter as we talked, the press of her lips against mine, the electricity of our shared dreams. Our bond, formed so rapidly, feels old and timeless, like it's been simmering for years, just waiting to be discovered. But as quickly as the warmth floods in, an icy realization douses it.

She's leaving soon.

The thought gnaws at me, a constant reminder that this brief interlude could be just that—an interlude. That our shared night, the words we exchanged, and the tentative future we painted will vanish like mist under the morning sun.

I tug at the rim of my coffee cup, distractedly swirling the liquid inside. I know she'll be out soon from her workshop. Every time that cafe door moves, my heart races, ready to grasp any extra moments I can get with her before the inevitable goodbye.

The chime above the cafe door rings, drawing my gaze. Claire steps in, her blue eyes sparkling with a mix of excitement and anticipation. She's a sight to behold: her curvaceous figure confidently filling the space around her in a way that captures attention without demanding it. She scans the room and, upon spotting me, her face breaks into a warm smile. Her lips, full and inviting, curl up in a way that stirs something deep within me.

"Hey," she greets, sliding into the booth across from me.

"Hey yourself," I reply, my voice a bit gruffer than intended. "Got this for you," I nod toward the drink.

"Thank you," she says, wrapping her hands around the cup. Her fingers brush against mine, a fleeting touch that sends a ripple of warmth through me. “Is this a macchiato?”

“It is,” I say with a nod. “I thought you could see how it compares to the one you get back home.”

Smiling, she takes a sip, twisting her face into a contemplative look. “Not bad,” she says. “Not perfect, but not bad.”

I let her savor the warmth of her drink before asking, “So, how was your day?”

Leaning forward across the table, she says, "I was just in this workshop about scaling innovative projects. And all I could think of was our idea, our center." She takes a sip, her gaze locked onto mine. "It might have started as a fantasy last night, but now, it feels... tangible."

I try to keep my expression neutral, but the surge of her enthusiasm, just after my bout of doubt, sends me reeling.

She leans forward, her voice tinged with excitement. "I was thinking about potential funding. If we present it right, get a solid business plan together, we could get this off the ground. Victor could be a great resource, or maybe even Thorn Enterprises could collaborate.

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