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I swung my legs over the table so I could sit up. “For a lass with such little hands, Daisy worked my shoulder pretty good. How was Maria? You looked like you were enjoying it.”
She ignored my question. “Would you just get dressed and then turn around so I can?”
I’d never seen a girl with such an amazing body be so modest about exposing it. Granted, what I thought was normal for girls was skewed because I was around groupies who flaunted their bodies, spectacular or not, in front of me, without a hint of shyness. Hell, I saw more skin at meet and greets from both the underage girls and the mothers that brought them.
I’d seen it all, but Summer being so modest was kind of refreshing. It was one of the reasons I was glad that Summer didn’t know who I was. Would her behavior change if she did? Would she just want to fuck me like all the others to get her 15 minutes of fame? Summer was fighting her attraction to me and it had nothing to do with me being a rock star. That made me want her even more.
I hopped off the table and grabbed my jeans. “After l get dressed, I’ll give you some privacy. I want to find the ladies and give them a tip, so I’ll meet you back in the lobby.”
She didn’t move while I dressed and then checked inside my wallet before heading out the door. So far, this weekend getaway was starting off nicely.
Chapter 12
Summer
“Thegolfcartisright outside.” Gary gestured toward the automatic sliding doors. The smell of pine and the outdoors wafted inside with him.
He was an older man, in his 60s, slightly overweight with thin, white hair and wearing a navy blue parka with Crystal Cascadia Spa and Wellness Center embroidered on it. We followed him out the lobby doors into the frigid air. I wrapped my arms around myself; it was cold. “How far away is this yurt?”
Gary led us to the golf cart. “It’s not too far, about half a mile. I’ll get us there in about three minutes.”
My teeth clenched against the biting cold, but I could handle three minutes. As if to mock me, a sharp gust of wind rustled down from the trees and pummeled us, lifting my long hair off my shoulders and forcing ice-cold air to funnel down my neck.
“Hop on.” Gary slid into the driver’s seat.
Scotty led me to the back of the cart, where there was a bench seat that faced backward. “I’ll sit back here with you and see if I can keep you warm. You packed a winter coat, didn’t you?”
I didn’t object to sitting next to him. My teeth were already chattering. “No. I didn’t bring a coat.”
Scotty slid onto the seat and then wrapped his arm around me. He pulled me tight against him when I sat down and I didn’t argue. I needed every bit of warmth I could get.
“I hope like hell you have some warm clothes in that giant suitcase you brought.” He rubbed my arms, trying to warm me.
Trying to hide from the wind, I pressed my face into his chest. I mumbled into the soft fabric of his henley, which smelled deliciously of his scent. “How was I supposed to know that we’d be traipsing through the snow in the great outdoors? I packed for a five-star spa weekend.”
Gary started up the golf cart, and we lurched forward. “The yurt will be nice and toasty by now. You’ll be there in no time.”
I clung to Scotty, partly to keep warm, partly to avoid being buffeted by the stiff wind, and partly because he felt so amazing. I’d gotten an eyeful of his exquisite body during the massage and it was enough to make my mouth water.
How would I survive the weekend with this temptation? He was like a walking billboard for sex and dirty fantasies, and I hadn’t slept with a man in over a year. My pact to stay away from men was doomed. I was already concocting rationalizations of how sleeping with Scotty would be different. I would do it and keep any emotions out of it. I’d just scratch an itch; it didn’t have to be anything more. My resolve to stay away from men, especially ones who were trouble, was crumbling with every passing second.
The golf cart finally stopped. Scotty hopped off and offered me a hand to help me down. I already missed the warmth of his body. My thin canvas sneakers sunk into the snow as I stepped down. I turned around and saw the yurt.
It was fairly ugly from the outside. It was much larger than a camping tent but similar in that the walls were made out of beige tent-like material. This monstrosity was round and had two small windows and two wooden steps out front that led up to a real wood front door.
Gary was leading us inside. I jogged forward to get inside as fast as I could. Warm air hit me as soon as I stepped inside.
I looked around with relief. The inside was much cozier than would appear from the outside. It was very small but rustic and charming, with a wood-burning stove blazing on one side of the yurt.
It was sparsely furnished, so the king-sized bed, piled high with quilts and blankets, seemed to fill up most of the interior. I swallowed nervously. I was going to be sleeping with Scotty in that bed. Dragging my eyes away from the bed, I let my gaze wander around the room, focusing on the details of our temporary home. A lattice frame held up the heavy canvas material of the ivory walls. Area rugs were scattered throughout the space, covering most of the wooden floor. The roof came to a low peak that was anchored by a plastic dome which let in a small amount of light.
Gary was giving Scotty instructions on how to use the wood stove, so I decided to poke around. There wasn’t much to see beyond the bed. Our suitcases had been placed next to a chest of drawers that stood to the right of the bed. On the other side of the space was a small table, a mini refrigerator, and a farmhouse hutch with a coffeemaker sitting on the shelf.
Toward the back, there was an interior wall that blocked off a tiny room. I walked a few steps to check it out and pulled back the privacy curtain. I had discovered the bathroom. It was rather luxurious for a tent with its real toilet, sink, and claw-foot tub that had a curtain surround for showering, but all I could think about was how the heck was I going to do my business in there with only a flimsy curtain for privacy.
I backed out of the bathroom to find that Gary had left. My breath caught in my throat as I saw Scotty standing in the corner, his eyes watching me. He was tall and handsome, his hair falling in soft waves around his face. I felt a sudden heat course through my veins, and I quickly turned away, my heart pounding in my chest.
“So, this is the yurt,” he said, his voice low and deep.
