Confessions of a Chalet Girl:. Lorraine Wilson

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       CHAPTER TWO

      Scott couldn’t help but grin. Holly intrigued him. He knew he should maintain a professional distance but what the hell, it was fun playing with her. She was a puzzle to be solved, a challenge to rise to. On the surface she seemed to be acting a part, that line about being grateful for the opportunity had been falser than her little strip routine.

      Usually he hated that kind of superficiality but her eyes had a depth and intelligence that blew him away. Intuition told him there was more to her than met the eye, although he had to admit what met the eye – the lush curves of her body and wavy auburn hair - was an absolute treat.

      Clearly all was not well back home. Well he could certainly relate to that.

      Generally the chalet girls the agency sent him were a hardy breed who partied like it was their vocation. They worked efficiently enough so they could get maximum time on the ski slopes and in the bars at night. Some were looking for flings, others looking for rings.

      Holly didn't fit the Hooray Henrietta mould.

      Nor did she fit the bra she’d so carefully tried to pass off as her own.

      ‘It was too small,’ he replied bluntly, trying not to laugh too openly, watching the deepening flush of her cheeks. She was so easy to tease. Making her blush was hardly a challenge. He liked it that Holly was sweet but also very, very sexy.

      Holly crossed her arms over her chest and glowered at him, but tellingly her pupils dilated into two black pools, vivid against irises of deep forest green. Her lips parted.

      He knew the signs when a woman was attracted to him. But this felt different. More. Warmer, softer and far more meaningful.

      He should lay off, take a step back.

       She's staff, remember!

      A glimpse of pink tongue between Holly's white teeth distracted him and he wondered how she would taste if he kissed her. This was all her fault for being so damned irresistible.

      ‘The bra was too plain as well. I’m guessing you’re a lacy bra kind of girl, and you go in for colour too.’

      ‘Oh.’ Her mouth opened and then abruptly closed again as she fixed her eyes on her boots. Her body might be speaking the language of desire but her troubled eyes said she was conflicted.

      Scott regretfully decided it was time to back off. Time to act like an employer.

       Remember what happened last time you broke the rules?

      A nightmare he'd be mad to repeat.

      ‘Would you like a proper tour of the main chalet?’ he asked. ‘Now's the best time, the lull before the storm. Unless Sophie's already shown you?’

      ‘We didn't have time.’ Holly bit her lip, a tiny gesture that sent a volt of sexual energy coursing through his veins.

      ‘Okay, follow me.’ Scott strode off quickly before the close confines of the hallway led him to do something he shouldn't.

      In the main open plan living area mellow flames still flickered in the fireplace. They cast a soft, amber haze over the room's leather sofas and faux fur throws.

      ‘Sheepskin, cow skin… Any other animals to declare?’ Holly grinned.

      He liked that she was taking the mickey.

      ‘Actually I think the rug under that table over there is goatskin. I know, it's a bit of a cliché but it's what the guests expect. Chalet chic. Looks simple and rustic but costs the earth.’

      ‘I think it’s fab. And so lovely to have a real fire too.’ She walked towards the hearth, stretching out her hands.

      He imagined Holly lying on the rug in front of the fire, her curves highlighted by the soft light.

      Clearing his throat, he wrenched his eyes away. ‘Do you need to make your phone call or can it wait?’

      ‘It can wait.’

      ‘Follow me.’ He led her to the guest suites, striding ahead to make sure she didn't come too close. He wasn't sure how long his resolve might hold. The client accommodation reminded him of his earlier suspicion. He turned to face her.

      ‘You still haven’t answered my question. If it wasn’t yours, where did the bra come from?’

      He couldn’t help himself. The question slipped out before he could stop it.

      Like steak and chips when you were on a diet, teasing Holly was just too tempting.

      ‘Chalet Repos' lost property.’ Her confident stare radiated defiance.

      ‘So our guests pay for the luxury experience and you choose to drape their underwear in public for the whole of Verbier to see?’

      ‘But it's okay to let your staff face some initiation where they have to flash their underwear to the entire resort? I’m quite sure it contravenes some employment law or other.’

      Checkmate.

      ‘Why do you want this job?’ Genuine curiosity prompted the question.

      ‘Why spend the winter temping in a London office and cramming yourself onto the tube when you can ski all day and hit the town at night?’

      He'd heard this argument many times. Gut instinct said she was parroting what she’d heard someone else say. Holly wasn't a party animal. Was she going to give him a straight answer to any question he asked?

      ‘Right.’ He remained unconvinced. ‘Well, it's part of your job to make sure our guests have their every whim met. Whatever the guest wants, from fireworks to an off-piste expedition, we organise it. That's what we do; help them experience life to the max.’

      Great, now he sounded like a cola commercial.

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