Page 14 of Mountain Grump

“You can’t kick me out. If you do, I’ll make sure to create the most scathing review for your resort. It’ll destroy you.”

The woman is threatening me. I’m appalled that she thinks she has the power to take me down. “Good luck trying to get anyone to read your little blog.”

“You really don’t know who I am,” Cali says.

“Am I supposed to?” I ask. Julianna mentioned it yesterday, but I can’t remember or care.

She smiles, tight-lipped, but doesn’t say anything further. “It doesn’t matter.” She wanders down the hall, and it’s impossible not to stare at her perfect ass as she sways her hips.

I swear she’s doing it to steal my attention, and it’s working. I need to stay away from her. She’s a distraction with the kind of body that would fit perfectly with mine, pinning her under me, showing her who is in charge.

I'll bet she moans loudly when she comes, sweat coating every inch of her naked skin, head tilted back, eyes closed.

I can’t let her affect me and get inside my head. Sleeping with her isn’t appropriate. She’s a guest, and I run the resort. That’s the last type of review I need showing up anywhere:Handsome Billionaire Bachelor gives private tours at the Blue Sky Resort. Expect your panties to be twisted in a knot as he ties you up and rails you off the slopes.

Cali breezes past the equipment rental desk that Wyatt is managing. He smiles at her, and I want to growl at him for even paying attention to her.

She’s mine.

FOUR

Cali

I didn’t actually tellthe kid at the checkout counter that I’m sleeping with Logan, but I did ask if there’s a friends and family discount.

For the record, there wasn’t.

The shoes blow out my budget until my next paycheck, but this time it’s something I need to splurge on. I can’t risk another ankle injury, and I have a tendency to roll my ankles in heels.

Why the hell did I think it was wise to wear heels to a ski resort?

My phone buzzes as I head back to my room to unload my heels. I glance at the caller. It’s Bridget, my boss.

She’s probably calling to check up on the status of my interview. I haven’t posted anything online since arriving, which is not good. She likes our accounts to be active, and since we typically post multiple times per day, my ignoring social media doesn’t do us any favors.

“Hello,” I answer, biting down on my bottom lip.

“Cali, how is it going? I haven’t seen any online activity from you.”

She gets right to the point. I rub my eyes. I’d rather lie down and nap than go in front of the camera right now and make a video. And Logan isn’t going to let me film him. At least not willingly.

And his daughter is underage. While I’d love to have her help me, I can’t put her on camera without his permission. We don’t want to get sued.

“I’ve been trying to make contact with the owner.”

“Logan Henderson?” Bridget asks. “Is he that hard to find?”

“Oh, he’s constantly underfoot,” I say a little too loudly.

“What’s that, Cali?”

I grimace and inhale a deep breath.

Exhale.

I try to regroup my thoughts before I end up fired. “Logan is great. He’s just not interested in interviewing with us or anyone else.”

“I don’t care how you get the interview, but I didn’t send you to the resort for a free vacation. Do your job.”

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