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“Where are your pajamas?”
“Top drawer.” She flung her hand toward the dresser, and I moved to the dark wood drawer. My eyes widened at the neatly arranged bras and matching panties, and I swallowed the desire stirring inside me. On the opposite side lay neatly folded pajama sets all of silk. I grabbed the one on top: a light pink button down top with a matching pair of light pink shorts.
I shut the drawer and turned to Phoebe, ready to coerce her to the bathroom. My body froze even though hot lava ran through my veins, all heading right to my dick.
Phoebe stood in nothing more than black lace that covered the bare minimum. She’d been beautiful almost twenty years ago, but now she was a fucking goddess. Her tits sat pushed up in the black lace cups that stopped above nipples I knew were a pretty dusty rose. Her stomach was flat, arms toned—a clear sign she’d developed a love for the gym. Her legs were as long as I remembered, but now they were sculpted with muscle.
My mouth dried and watered all at once. Phoebe always managed to make the impossible possible.
“What are you doing?” I yanked at my collar, trying not to stare, but when a body looked that good, it was hard not to be constantly drawn to it.
“Getting dressed,” she said, as if this was the most natural thing in the world. “Don’t tell me you’ve gotten shy.”
“I…” My words faltered as she walked toward me on bare feet and plucked her pajamas from my grasp. She turned, stumbling slightly, but I couldn’t even react. My entire being was too focused on the strip of black lace that cut up the middle of her ass—an ass that had the slightest of curves and would fit perfectly in my hands.
She tugged on her shorts, stumbling again. This time I shook out of my trance and grabbed her elbow, steadying her before she nose-planted into the carpet. She glanced over her shoulder, her eyes heavy with drink, teeth sliding over her plump bottom lip. “Oopsie.”
I pulled her up, allowing her to get her footing before letting go. I immediately missed the soft touch of her skin beneath mine. Warmth and electric current shot through me on contact.
Her hand slipped through the neck of the pajama top, and I stepped toward her. “Let me,” I said, my voice much more gravelly than usual.
She lifted her arms up, and I readjusted the shirt, pulling her arm out of the neck, and redirecting it to the proper place. I tugged it down and was greeted with a smile that nearly knocked me on my ass.
“Thank you,” she said.
“You’re welcome. Now get in bed,” I said as if I was sixteen babysitting my kid brother and sister. If I didn’t stay in that mindset, I’d pick up where we left off twenty years ago. I’d have her beneath me again, but she would be one hundred percent sober.
I wanted her now more than I ever wanted anything in my damn life. This arrangement we had was dangerous, but I didn’t care. I lost her once, but now I knew without a doubt, there was no way in hell I would lose her again.
The last thing I wanted to do on a Friday night was attend the Vine Valley monthly town hall meeting. A root canal sounded like a better night. At least I’d get some Novocain and the chance to catch up on some TV while I waited for my gums to go numb. But my boss insisted I go. Some nonsense about putting on an approachable front to the public and letting them know, Green Mountain Resorts was just as much a part of the community as every single person here. I rolled my eyes at the little speech I’d be saying throughout the meeting. Green Mountain resorts couldn't care less about the town. All they cared about was the resort turning a profit, which was why I was here.
Booking was at an all-time high, yet the resort hadn’t seen a profit in five years. Something wasn’t adding up, and it was my job to dig deep and weed out all the unnecessary expenses. I hoped that’s what it was. I’d been doing this job long enough to know not everyone was as innocent as they seemed. Some of the sweetest, most professional employees had lined their pockets, thinking the company wouldn’t notice, or worse, wouldn’t miss the unaccounted-for funds. Little did they know that when the profits decreased, the company looked at layoffs. It was my job to keep that from happening.
I’d be more effective in the resort, but the boss’s son, who was looking to takeover in the next few years, was insistent on putting up a charade for the locals.The locals and small businesses are part of the charm that makes our resort a must see. Let’s work with the town and not against them. I’d give him credit. It was honorable, if not a waste of my time.
The building was made of brick, with four windows and an underwhelming clocktower that stood maybe five feet from top to bottom. Bushes lined the front and stopped on either side to give way to a four stone staircase that led to a glass door.
I ran my hand down my tan pencil skirt and adjusted my white blouse before opening the doors. I followed the noise to a small room that had chairs facing a podium.
“Hi and welcome,” a woman with blue eye shadow up to her eyebrows and bright pink lipstick said. Her short curly blonde hair was teased, and her nametag read Odette. She thrust what looked like a brochure at me. “This is the itinerary for the meeting.”
I glanced at the colorful pamphlet, complete with pictures. “Thank you.” I started to walk when she called after me.
“I’m sorry, I need to give you a nametag.”
“Oh.” I turned toward her, and she smiled, revealing a smear of pink on her white teeth. “It’s Phoebe.”
“What a pretty name.” She pointed to her chest. “I’m Odette. It’s a pleasure to meet you. Are you new in town? I know I’d remember a pretty face like yours.”
“I’m with Green Mountain Resorts.”
Odette slapped a hand to her ample bosom. “What an honor it is for you both to come to our little meeting. I know you bigwigs have so much on your plate.”
“Not at all. We’re part of this community, and we want to make sure the community knows that.”
“Isn’t that just the sweetest thing? You know, when you all started building thirty years ago, everyone was against you, but not me. Oh no. I said that resort will put our little ol’ town on the map. No one believed me. Of course, you all won. Money always wins. But thirty years later, and here we are. Vine Valley is more prosperous than it’s ever been, and I’d know. My family has been here since 1882.”
“Is that so?”
