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I flush. “That information is private. I don’t know how you got it…”

“I’m so sorry. I thought you knew. The company made the arrangements. I’m the only one that knows…”. She pauses and I hear her gulp. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I just wanted to make sure that if you need anything, come to me. I’ll take care of all of it.”

I fight the urge to run and hide. “Thank you. I’ll make sure that I ask for you if anything comes up.”

“I also wanted to let you know that your party has booked his own accommodations but I do know that he has arrived.”

I groan under my breath, fighting the urge to ask her some questions that I’m not sure I want answered. Like how hot is he and is he wearing flannel?

“Thank you. I appreciate it.” It takes everything in me to hang up that phone and not ask those dangerous questions. Not run downstairs and see if I can see him. See how much he looks like my fantasies of just what a gorgeous mountain man book boyfriend looks like.

Sure, I live with them all around me. But none of them have ever lit my fire and I really want to experience what all the fuss is about. Rebel and all the women who’ve been getting hitched around me have found that elusive happiness with the mountain man of their dreams and I want just a small taste of what that feels like.

I pull out the sexy, deep burgundy dress that I brought with me. The gorgeous, soft velvet dress cruises along my slimmer waist and wide hips in a flattering way that just makes me feel good about how I look. Makes me feel sexy.

I bought it for this trip and I’ve never worn anything like this ever. I run my hands over my chestnut brown hair and sigh. I wish I had pretty blond hair like Rebel’s. But my hair is just a mish-mash of brown and gold and red. Like the leaves in the fall that drift down to the ground and you have to gather them all up and ship them off somewhere far away. But I keep it up in a haphazard bun that keeps it contained and makes me look more professional.

But tonight, when I meet my book boyfriend, I’m leaving it down. I’m going to take this chance and seduce this man if I feel even the slightest bit of a pull towards him. And I’m going to finally lose my v-card, once and for all.

Because a woman should not reach twenty-nine years old, staring into the dark maw of thirty, and not know what it’s like to feel the touch of a man and surrender to the pleasures of the flesh.

I’m going to have my fantasy and finally get what I’ve been dreaming about for months now.

I’m going to lose my v-card to a sexy mountain man, hopefully all night long and then I’ll have a memory to keep me warm up in my mountain cabin for the rest of my life.

Since it looks like no man is going to want to join me up there. I’ll have to take what I can get.

And just be happy that I managed to find the good job that I have and the home that I longed for for so many years.

Love isn’t in the cards for me and I guess I shouldn’t be greedy. Shouldn’t hope for too much.

Even a moment of happiness is more than I ever really thought I’d find.

It will have to be enough.

CHAPTER 4

Cord

Istand in the doorway of the restaurant at the hotel and study all of the women in the room but immediately I can tell that she’s not here.

My date is late. I can’t say anything though since I’m late as well. I glare when the hostess walks up to me, her dark eyes running down my body like she can see under my clothes all the way to my bare skin. I don’t like it at all and I glare fiercely at her.

I’m here with a date. Or I will be when she gets here. But the table is for two and it’s rude as hell to look at me like I’m a piece of cake she wants to tear into.

“Can I get you anything?” She asks breathlessly and I shake my head no.

“I’ll wait until my date gets here.” Her face falls and I feel a little thrill of satisfaction. Maybe I’ve gotten through to her before Miss Short shows up and is made uncomfortable by the woman’s open assessments. She leads me to my table with no further comments and I sit down the same way. She pours me a glass of ice water and then nods at me.

She moves away and I pick up the glass of ice water that’s sitting on the table, taking a sip of it and letting it slide down my throat, enjoying the refreshing liquid.

I close my eyes and open them, taking another big drink and then choking on the liquid as it goes down on a huge gulp of air. I sputter and pound on my own chest, everyone in the place staring at me as I try not to die while I stare at the vision standing in the doorway.

Because the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen is standing there. She’s deliciously curvy and wearing a figure-hugging deep red dress that caresses all of those curves like a lover’s hands. Like my hands want to caress her.

Her long, glorious chestnut hair glistens in a cascade of artless curls that my fingers want to plunge into and wrap those silky strands around them, tugging her head back and taking her plush, deep red lips with my own mouth. Her eyes though. My god, I can’t even see them that well from here…but I can see the shimmer of green like an emerald gemstone glowing in the dim light. Those eyes lock on me and my choked breaths still, the whole world going silent around us. It feels like we’re in our own little bubble. Like nothing and nobody else exists.

Like this is how it was always meant to be. I was meant to find this woman and make her mine.

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