Page 66 of Snowbound in Her Boss's Bed

He knew he had clearly gotten the better end of the deal, but he wouldn’t be the one to argue.

“Now where did that robe get up to?” she mused, a saucy glint in her eye that he was becoming familiar with.

“Breakfast can wait a bit,” he said, grinning, rolling her on top of him all the way.

With the evidence of what he thought it could wait for pressed against her as it was, she only asked, “Again?” with a level of surprise.

Rather than speak, he showed her the answer.

The wardrobe was everything Miri had daydreamed a rich man would have and more. Rather than simply a piece of furniture, as the name suggested, it was a huge walk-in closet—more like a walk-in room—filled with outdoor wear, indoor wear, shoes and accessories in a variety of colors, styles and sizes.

“It’s stocked for guests, so have your pick and come back if you need to. You remember how to get here?” Benjamin’s assistant asked her, after delivering her to what amounted to a private designer mall.

Miri nodded. “I do.”

The assistant gave a tiny smile and then made her way out of the room, leaving Miri to make her selections.

It was a shame the storm was keeping them inside, because Benjamin’s guest wardrobe had some fantastic coats and snow gear. Passing those options in favor of something more comfortable for indoor wear, though, Miri still felt like a princess.

Who else but a princess had her choice from among high-end designers and cashmere and fine wool? And though she’d been afraid there would be a limit of options in her size, so far, everything she had been drawn to had been in a size that would work for her.

And Benjamin hadn’t even known he’d had it.

Snorting, she continued to hunt, humming to herself.

“Don’t forget, we’re ice-skating today,” he said, his voice startling her from the doorway.

She didn’t know when he had decided to join her, but it didn’t make a difference to her reaction.

Heat filled her at the sight of him.

It was incredible to believe that she had made love to this gorgeous man, with his silken hair and piercing blue eyes, his comfortable, well-fitting slacks and his classy sweatshirt.

Multiple times.

And they would again.

For as long as the storm lasted, and they existed in a world of their own.

One that included fantasy rooms full of free clothes.

“What exactly does one wear to ice-skate?” she asked, tilting her head to one side.

He smiled. “You’ve never ice-skated?”

Shaking her head, she said, “LA girl.”

“There’re rinks in LA.”

“Not in my LA,” she said with a grin.

His blue eyes were warm as they watched her, but he answered seriously. “It’s chilly in the rink, but still climate controlled. I’d recommend something over the extremities, but you don’t need to worry too much about keeping warm.”

Taking him at his word, Miri picked out a pair of supple black velvet leggings and a rich creamy oversize amber sweater with a tag that revealed it was 100 percent cashmere.

“What do you think?” she asked, holding them up for his inspection.

Looking at her face, rather than the clothes she held, he said, “Perfect,” and her breath caught.

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