Confessions of a Chalet Girl:. Lorraine Wilson

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СКАЧАТЬ was no good. She couldn't say the words aloud. But the hot rush of desire was there nevertheless. She tried to remind herself she wasn’t here in Verbier for this. The terrifying sense he could see right through her to the Holly hardly anyone knew unnerved her. Fear fought attraction and she felt like the Pushmi-pullyu from Dr Doolittle, not knowing which way she wanted to run.

      ‘Did you have a good Christmas?’ She tried to steer the conversation into safer waters.

      He shrugged, eyes briefly clouded and his features taking on a harder edge. ‘You know families.’

      Indeed she did.

      ‘No murders then?’ She smiled, hoping to lighten the atmosphere.

      ‘Not yet, I managed to restrain myself.’ The corner of his mouth twitched.

      ‘Hey, why do you think I came here for Christmas?’ she joked and then instantly regretted it. Kissing would be preferable to questions.

      Infinitely more preferable. Was it too late to press the rewind button?

      ‘Running away from guests wanting to kiss you was the better option?’

      Actually it was.

      ‘I'm not one of those chalet girls,’ she murmured, shifting uncomfortably and avoiding his quizzical stare. ‘You know, you must know what everyone gets up to?’

      ‘Unofficially yes, officially no.’ He regarded her with amused interest. ‘As long as everyone involved is over eighteen I don’t see I've any business stopping it if two people want to sleep together.’

      Sleep together.

      The phrase stuck in Holly’s mind and her cheeks burned again. Great, how did this guy have the ability to make her blush so easily? She hadn’t been like this since her first crush at sixteen.

      ‘So, what sort of chalet girl are you?’ He quirked a thick, dark eyebrow. Knowing amusement danced in his eyes and his thumb rhythmically stroked the inside of her palm. The movement started a gentle tingling that spread all over her body.

      She had to say something, needed to make it clear bed hopping wasn’t her thing. The only one-night-stand she’d had, against her better judgement, left her feeling miserable, not liberated.

      ‘I know it’s not fashionable to admit it but I'm not interested in sleeping around.’ She tried to tug her hand away but he wouldn’t let go.

      A steady humming of arousal tickled her skin, spreading up from the rhythmic circles Scott was tracing on her palm.

      ‘That’s okay Holly, I don’t want you to sleep around. I just want you to sleep with me.’

      ’‘Are you teasing me?’ she asked.

      ‘Oh, you'll know when I'm teasing you.’ He grinned.

      She sensed he knew sex, knew it very well and knew how to make it good for her. Suddenly she wanted very much to be teased by him. Heck it was tempting but at the same time bloody scary too.

      Turned on beyond the point of no return she couldn’t pull away.

      ‘I just want to sit away from the kiss danger zone up there. At least until after everyone's done that midnight, New Year kissing thing. I want to avoid leery, beery idiots and get to bed. Alone that is.’ She tried to look like she believed it, as though he wasn’t turning her on by what he was doing to her hand.

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