Total pages in book: 6
Estimated words: 5847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 29(@200wpm)___ 23(@250wpm)___ 19(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 5847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 29(@200wpm)___ 23(@250wpm)___ 19(@300wpm)
“I think we’re going to get some weather,” she says.
“You think?” I ask, looking out the window. The sun is still out, but it’s getting ready to set, and the sky is cloud-free.
“Yeah. I just got an alert on my phone.”
“Those weather guys are never right,” I say, waving my hand in the general direction of outside.
“Never say never, Mr. Olsen,” she says.
“I’ve told you a hundred times to call me Logan,” I remind her. She just shakes her head, and I can smell the coconut from her shampoo, reminding me of the tropics instead of the tundra.
“No can do, sir. You’re the boss, and the boss deserves respect.”
“Do I?”
“Of course, now get back to work so that I can,” she says with a light laugh.
“Of course, Miz Reeves,” I say, overemphasizing the fact that she isn’t married.
She just smiles at me and goes on about her day. The inside phone line rings, and I look up when she answers it.
“Front desk, this is Elora,” she says. I can’t hear the other side of the conversation, but it's adorable the way she’s nodding her head as if the caller can see her. “Of course, sir, right away.” She hangs up the phone and leaves the reception area toward her office. I watch her hips sway in her black pants, my mouth waters.
“Bro, ask her out already,” Lacey says, coming into the reception area from the back.
"She has a boyfriend.”
“Well, you can’t keep staring at her like that. Everyone knows,” she says. I haven’t been forthcoming about being in love with her but if they know I should probably reign it in, but I know that I won't.
“Thanks, Lacey, I’ll keep that in mind, ” I reply, chucking. She grabs a cookie from the counter and flits out of here.
After what happened to my parents, love wasn’t something I sought for myself, until now.
Can love really be worth all the heartache and pain?
I am beginning to believe that it is, but only if it’s her. Given the way my family has gone, I don’t want to lose her, so it’s best if I never have her, but I can’t stay away.
Chapter 2
Elora Reeves
I'm pretty sure I made the biggest mistake of my life three months ago. One look at my sexy as sin boss had me making the stupidest snap decision of my life. I lied about having a boyfriend. He was so sexy I was sure he had a girlfriend. I didn’t want to seem like the loser who has never landed a man. I tried to seem worldly instead of the podunk girl from an actual swamp in Florida. I grew up with eight other siblings in a teeny tiny house. As soon as I graduated high school, I left and made my way north. New York City was my first stop, but it scared me. I had wanted to see snow, and by God, I have seen so much snow since I’ve been here. I love it, though.
“Miss Reeves,” the devil himself says, coming into my tiny office through the open door. I hate that he only calls me Miss Reeves. I long to hear my name fall from his full lips.
“Yes, sir?” I ask, setting my pen down.
“We are snowed in. You won’t be able to get to town from up here. You should take a key to one of the rooms and settle in for the night. They are predicting upwards of sixteen inches.
“Really?” I ask, looking out the window. I hadn’t realized it started snowing, but it’s really coming down.
“Is your sister still here?”
“No, she left hours ago.”
“The guests who were supposed to check in called earlier to say their flights had been delayed. I didn’t put two and two together.”
“So, it’s just us then?” he says, swallowing thickly.
“Yes. I suppose so,” I reply, a little shiver runs over my body.
“Well then, I’ll leave you to get settled,” he says, turning on his heel.
“Wait,” I blurt out loudly. Logan turns back to face me, a cocky smile on his lips.
“Yes, Miss Reeves?”
“I, uh, could make us dinner,” I stupidly say because it’s not like I can say, “please throw me down on the floor and take me,” no matter how much I might want to.
“Of course. The kitchen is at your disposal,” he says, looking at his watch. I glance at the clock on the wall opposite my desk. It’s almost six.
“I can have it ready in about an hour,” I say, thinking a nice pasta dish sounds delicious. I haven’t eaten since breakfast, and I am starving. “Meet me in the kitchen?”
“I look forward to it, Miss Reeves.”
“As do I,” I murmur as he walks out the door. For a split second, I am sure that I see his back stiffen, but then he’s gone.