Page 35 of Snowbound in Her Boss's Bed

CHAPTER FIVE

BENJAMINWOKETO a wall of white and a pounding head.

The wall of white—the storm through his massive bedroom windows—confirmed that, as predicted by the previous night’s late weather forecast, it continued unabated.

According to those same predictions, Miri was likely be his guest for at least another day, if not another night.

His pounding head prayed that it would not be another night.

Her kiss was the kind of thing that drove a man to things—and if it wasn’t going to be her, which it couldn’t be, drink was the only remaining accessible option.

So in the end, he had had that hard drink that he’d fantasized about in the afternoon. It had just happened hours later than imagined and after polishing off two bottles of wine with her.

And then he had had a few more after that.

As if he had not already learned this lesson in college, mixing his alcohols had not been his brightest idea—no matter that each of his selections had been far above top-shelf.

There were some things money could not save you from.

Not many, of course, but some.

A hangover was one if you were as determined to get one as he had been last night.

Sitting up gingerly, he squinted against the bright light drawn in through the wall of windows facing his bed.

Under normal circumstances, there was nothing he liked more than to be greeted by the sun rising over the rolling sea of mountains and trees before him each morning, but normal circumstances for him did not usually include being hungover in the middle of a whiteout.

Storms like this were rare.

As his eyes slowly adjusted to the glare, what had looked like a solid wall of snow transformed into a sea of flurries, with huge snowflakes flying in every direction and visibility of no more than a foot.

As capricious as storms could be, Benjamin did not foresee it lightening anytime soon.

Not only would that mean another day and night with Miri, but likely more still after that.

What was he going to do with her?

As sexy as the images that filled his mind in response were, they were unhelpful.

Kiss or no kiss, those were not the kind of things he could do with Miri.

Last night a combination of drink, nostalgia and confessional had led them into forbidden territory.

Things had gotten out of hand, but certainly not as out of hand as they could have. They had shown restraint.

Admirable restraint, really, when one considered that it was just the two of them here, isolated in the snow far from the watchful eyes of anyone who would ever care or have the authority to do anything about it.

They were a man and a woman with obvious attraction between them and the only barrier was whether or not they could both keep a secret.

Perhaps they had shown too much restraint.

The good behavior certainly hadn’t made him feel any better the next morning.

It did, however, continue to protect the foundation.

He had to remember that the foundation was what this was all about.

Miri would never have even been to his home to become snowbound were it not for the foundation.

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