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Fuck.
If Xavier ever hears about this, I’m not sure my status as family will even save my job. Trust my luck to get me halfway up the mountain before it was too late to turn around. This is why I never trust my gut – it’s always fucking wrong.
And that man won’t stop glaring at me.
“Quickly, get inside,” the big grump demands.
He shoves a creaky wooden door open and steps back to allow me in first. The door slides off the hinges and I step inside the small wooden cabin as it slumps to the ground and falls back against the wall.
A strong scent of raw timber and lavender fills my lungs the moment I step inside, but a weird groan tickles the hairs on the back of my neck. I spin around and the man ducks beneath the frame of the door, gripping each side with enormous hands.
He forces it closed and shoots me a fierce look. “I guess that’s a cross against your checklist then?”
The scowl both captivates and scare’s the living daylights out of me. I feel like I should go back outside just to cool down.
I pull the clipboard in my hand closer to my chest, the growl in his tone hitting my body like a lightning bolt just blasted through the roof.
A hint of danger closes in, an oddly familiar feeling washing over. The strong glacial colored eyes of the mountain beast make my heart stop and my skin prickle. I feel like I know him. But he’s so jagged and rough… I don’t know anyone like that.
That ripped flannel shirt is kinda sexy though. And that pull between us? Is that just me?
Shit.
Whatever it is, it’s making my mouth dry.
I stand back and watch the way his eyes crinkle. The way his forehead creases beneath that darkened scowl that just won’t let up. He’s clearly been out in the sun for most of his life, and judging by the powerful chest huffing low, short breaths, he’s spent those hours chopping wood or sculpting the rocky mountainside.
Either that or he’s been catching fucking grizzly bears with his hands.
“No, it seems easy enough to fix.” I twist nervously on my feet, trying to figure of why my nipples are stinging with a weird tightening. “And you seem like the capable type.”
He takes a giant step forward, watching my eyes as they coast over his body. The floorboard beneath his boot splits as he leans across me, encompassing my body as he throws his coat over the stand behind me.
I pause on the spot.
I don’t know why, but my feet won’t move.
I just stare at him as he steps back. He runs a hand through his long, wet hair. It’s sandy blond, slowly darkening as it reaches its roots above a face that’s so handsome I want to cry. A hint of mystery lingers in his gaze, a charm and attractiveness that’s almost instant whenever our eyes lock.
The way he holds his jaw, the straight line of his lips, full and sensual, surrounded by rough stubble. I chew the inside of my cheek, wondering how the roughness would feel between my legs. I know I’m soaking through my panties right now. I mean, he’s so big and burly. So impressive and masculine. I’ve never had someone like this so close to me, more to the point, I’ve never had anyone look at me the way he is.
“Do you have something you need to say?” He asks, a pointed look so dark and revealing it makes me shiver.
I swallow. “Ah, ah… No. I don’t think so. Do I?”
A weird smirk curls his lips.Fuck.I want to bite them so bad. What the hell is wrong with me?
He shakes his head and stomps to the side. The floorboard cracks again and when I look down, it’s split in half.
“Yes. Whatever. I’ll fix that, too,” he barks, yanking his tree-stump sized leg from the hole now in the floor.
I glance behind me to dodge that look again.
The cabin is small and compact, but I’m enveloped with warmth and comfort despite the unwelcoming look I’m trying to hide away from. A rustic fireplace takes center stage, rich dark wooden panels stagger the height of the walls surrounding it. The floor is covered in soft, plush rugs and the worn furniture looks handcrafted and well-loved.
I breathe in and the pine and lavender make me feel…At home.
I close my eyes, trying to gain some control over my body. My stupid imagination is running wild, telling me this wasn’t such a bad idea after all. The smell of smoke and the warmth of the blankets thrown over the ripped sofa help me forget that I am actually supposed to be working right now.
