Page 8 of Reckless Mountain Man

Boone grunted, and when I opened my eyes, I saw him—his hand moving faster than ever over his shaft. Then he lowered his head a little, and I saw a stream of liquid blast out of him, landing on the floor at his feet.

I’d done that. The sight of me touching myself had turned on this hot-as-hell guy. A thrill rushed through me at that realization.

“Skye?”

It took me a second to figure out why the sound of my name being spoken was so weird. Boone wasn’t the one speaking it. No, it was coming from the store.

Someone had just let themselves in. And that someone sounded a lot like my boss.

“You have to go,” I said, jumping off the table and snatching up my clothes. “Grab your stuff and go out that door.”

I pointed to the back door. It was an emergency exit I used to drop trash in the dumpster at the end of the night, and there was a way to get to the front parking lot from there.

“I’m naked,” he said.

“My boss is outside. Nobody will see you.”

He seemed to take my word for that. He snatched up his clothes, then gave me one last glance before rushing out that door.

I was too busy throwing my clothes on to notice. If Alex saw me half-naked back here, I’d have a lot of explaining to do. It would be better than him catching me back here with a man, but any excuse would be flimsy.

“Coming!” I called out. “Just a second.”

I buttoned my pants and looked down, doing a quick inventory. I couldn’t tell if I was disheveled, but I doubted it. Unless I had a glow that indicated I’d had my first orgasm, Alex shouldn’t be able to tell.

“Just checking if you were still here,” he called out. “I noticed the light was on and the door was unlocked.”

Yeah, I should have locked the door and turned out the lights before we came back here. I didn’t even think about it. I took a deep breath and headed out of the back room, realizing as I did so, I’d left my purse and phone out on the counter out front where anyone could have walked in and taken it.

I definitely had to be more careful. But with Boone distracting me, who could blame me?

6

BOONE

Iscanned the parking lot as I entered the Seduction Summit Lodge the next morning. I’d nearly fallen over dead when I saw Alex’s name on my phone last night while I was enjoying my beer and pizza at home. I was sure I was about to get reamed out for fucking one of his employees in the gift shop on the property.

The sad thing was we hadn’t even had sex. But if being with Skye meant losing out on working with the guy, I’d take that a thousand times over.

“I’m here to see Alex,” I told the woman standing at the front desk.

She had head-turning good looks, but nobody could hold a candle to my Skye. In just one day, she’d ruined me for all other women.

In fact, I found myself looking around for Skye as I stood awkwardly in the lobby waiting for Alex. The gift shop door wasn’t visible from here, and walking in that direction might make it obvious that I was looking for her, so I stood with half an eye on the front door, hoping she’d rush into work.

My senses perked up when I saw movement outside, but it was a guy with a build not too different from mine. Probably a local looking for breakfast. I’d read up on the town last night, and one thread posted by skiers mentioned some remote cabins spread throughout the mountains housing what they called strange dudes with beards and no social skills. If that described someone who was dangerous, I definitely fit the bill.

I was so busy watching the approaching figure, I didn’t notice Alex was coming from the other direction, big smile on his face, until he said, “Boone? I’m Alex. Sorry about yesterday.”

His hand was extended, and I reached out and gave it a shake. Behind me, the automatic doors slid open, letting in a blast of cold air. Alex released my grip, his smile fading slightly as he turned in the direction of the person entering.

“Lucky?” he asked.

“What’s this all about?” the newcomer shot back. “You told me I had the job.”

I stepped back, but my body was tense and ready for a fight. I’d been in more than a few physical altercations over the years, always in self-defense. I didn’t go out looking for trouble. If something pissed me off, I just went home and stewed about it until I decided I wasn’t going to let the person occupy that much brain space.

“Nothing’s final yet,” Alex said. “Boone here has more resources, and as one of my workers pointed out, he lives closer, so we won’t have to worry about paying to put him up until we can get him into a place to live.”

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