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“I’m who?”
“You’re… you’re…” Her balance wavers again, and I put my hands on her shoulders to steady her.
“I’m Ripley, and you’re clumsy.”
Her beautiful mouth opens, and it is all I can do to not bend over and kiss her. I stare at her tongue, which is a beautiful slick pink and imagine it wrapped around my thick cock.
“I’m not clumsy,” she says with exasperation.
“Bullshit, I watched you from the top of the escalator and it was a shit show from the beginning. You almost face-planted at the top. You wobbled halfway down and then some kid gave you the final push. If not for me, you’d be on your way to the emergency room.” I look her over thoroughly. Mostly because I like what I see, but also because I want to make sure my next statement is accurate. “Instead, you’re in one piece, and you have me to thank for that.”
She runs her hands down her body as if checking the validity of my statement. A blush rises to her cheeks, and she looks up at me from beneath her lashes. “You’re right. Thank you.” She picks up her purse and jacket and inspects them both. The sleeve of her coat is torn. “I thought so.”
“You thought what?” I know I shouldn’t be standing here talking to her when I have a guest to pick up, but I can’t help myself.
These are the moments when I want to throttle my sister. I could be getting this woman’s number and we could be on our first date in ten minutes, and she could be in my bed by tonight, but no, I have to pick up some woman named Madison who probably looks like a boy in ponytails.
Generally, the people who attend my classes are too thin and shouldn’t be trusted. I always go with the adage, never trust a skinny cook. How could you trust someone who doesn’t enjoy the fruits of their labor?
She rubs her hand over her jacket. An expensive jacket for sure. “It got caught, and when I yanked it loose… you saw what happened.” Tiny down feathers float to the ground from the tear in the sleeve.
“As long as you’re okay, that’s all that matters.” I have to get this woman’s name and number before I leave. “Where are you staying?”
“I’m not sure. It’s…” She reaches into her purse and pulls out a piece of paper. “It’s called the Sonnenalp.”
My life just got infinitely better because that hotel is next door to my bakery and culinary school. I’ll make a point to see this woman again—soon. “What’s your name?”
She looks at me like I’ve sprouted a second nose. “I’m Madison Leclerc.”
Never in my life have I been knocked to my knees, but knowing this woman is my student for the next week jolts me. “You’re… her.”
She pastes on a smile that seems less than genuine and holds out her hand. “Nice to meet you, Ripley Stark. I’m your new student.”
The air leaves my lungs while I stare at her. She is perfection and by the end of this week, she’ll be mine.
Four
Maddy
Malcolm isn’t going to believe me when I tell him I fell for Ripley—literally. I can still feel the heat of his body against mine, and the grip of his hands on my bottom. Oh, that grip made my lady parts sing—loud.
“I’ve got luggage.”
“Let’s get it then.” He presses his hand to my lower back, and I swear my slacks disintegrate. I’ve never been with a man who makes me feel naked with a look or a touch, but each time those silvery blue eyes stare at me I’m stripped bare.
“Thanks for picking me up. I know you must be busy.” We go to carousel five and wait until my bag comes out of the chute. I point to the black suitcase as soon as it appears.
He picks it up like it weighs nothing. “You pack light.”
I try to grab the bag from him but he shakes his head.
“I’m from California. I wasn’t sure what to pack, so I figured I’d pack light and pick up what I need while I am here.”
He looks down at the arm of my torn jacket. “You’ll need to get that repaired or replaced. It’s cold outside, and the forecast is calling for more of the same.”
“Just my luck.” I follow him out the automatic doors and across the street to short term parking. He leads me down a row to a black Escalade.
“This is me.” The taillights flash, and the gate pops open. He lifts my suitcase into the back and helps me to the front. “Are you hungry?” He looks down at my body as if a missed meal would hurt me. Men generally think of me as too much, but the way Ripley looks at me makes me feel like I’m just enough.
