Holiday Hideout by Vicki Lewis Thompson

Author:Vicki Lewis Thompson
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781488091520
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2017-12-15T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVEN

JASON WOKE AT some point just past dawn and lay perfectly still, taking stock of his situation. The bedroom was warm, which was strange since he’d never gotten around to starting a fire. His neck and shoulder weren’t sending a stab of pain through him with each heartbeat, which he took as a good sign. He tested himself by carefully shifting.

An ache answered. And a twinge. But compared to the stabbing pain of the night before, he was ready to go. Maybe not mountain biking, but he could probably put on his own socks today, so that was a bonus.

The hot bath the night before had helped.

So had Zoe’s massage.

And the orgasm…that had been a very unexpected bonus. The image of Zoe riding him to her own pleasure was one he wouldn’t be forgetting any time soon. In fact, just thinking about it made him wish she was still here.

And not just for sex, although he wouldn’t turn it down. The truth was, he’d enjoyed her company.

A lot.

Who’d have thought that the woman who’d been dogging his tail at the firm, chasing his dream, even beating him at his own game was not just a challenge but someone he wouldn’t mind getting to know better.

Groggy as hell, he staggered into the bathroom and washed up. Not a morning person, he used all the hot water in the hopes it’d wake him up, but it didn’t happen. The only thing that could possibly save him was coffee. He’d give his left nut for coffee.

Which he’d forgotten to bring or buy.

Still in the bathroom, he pulled up the protective shades on the small window. “Holy shit,” he said, stunned to find that a foot of snow had fallen overnight. His car was covered.

As was a second car, next to his. What the hell? He left the bathroom and entered the living room, stopping in shock in the doorway.

There were lights. Lots of lights, blinking in bright colors. And were those…balls hanging from the rafters? Yes. Yes, those were indeed balls, in red and gold. And the tinsel. Christ, the tinsel would take him hours, if not days, to get rid of.

His gaze slid to the couch and the woman slowly sitting up.

“Hi,” Zoe said, voice morning thick. She didn’t quite meet his eyes as she attempted to pat down her hair.

It’d broken free of its clip and appeared to have rioted, floating around her face and shoulders like a fiery red cloud. He could have told her not to bother trying to control it. He happened to like the way it caught the lights and glimmered under them, but knew if she glimpsed herself in the mirror, she wasn’t going to feel the same way.

But none of her crazy and utterly unintentional sexiness could take away from the fact that she’d decorated.

“Do you ever wear clothes?” she asked.

He looked down at himself. Once again he was wearing only a towel. “Wait right there.” He vanished into the bedroom, where he rifled through his duffel bag and came up with a pair of Levi’s and a long-sleeved Henley.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.