“This is a safe room. Some people call it a panic room, but I’m not much of a panicker. And I’m afraid we’re locked in here until my security team arrives from offsite to let us out.”
“You’re kidding.”
“I don’t tend to joke in serious situations. Which is why I have a safe room in the first place.”
“Are you sure you need a safe room in Snowflake Falls? It’s pretty quiet around here.”
“I’d rather be safe than sorry.” Weston raises an eyebrow. “And there are people who’d like to hold me hostage to try and get their hands on my money.”
I’m still clutching his big hand and I let it go reluctantly. “I’d have no idea what that’s like. My most valuable possession is…” I clamp my mouth shut.
“Is what?”
“Sorry. I’m an over-sharer. I do it when I’m nervous. My book of herbs. My grandma gave it to me. But, you’re my employer. You don’t need to know that. Um…welcome to Snowflake Falls!”
“Quite a welcome, Savannah. Do you do this with all your clients?”
“Only the ones I desperately want to impress.”
His mouth quirks upwards like he’s trying not to smile. “Let’s sit down and wait for my team. They get an automatic alert if the alarm is triggered. There’s going to be an override button in here but it hasn’t been installed yet.”
“So we’re trapped?” I sit on the sofa and Weston sits next to me. I’m suddenly very aware of his strong thighs and big body so close to mine.
“Correct.”
Chapter Two
WESTON
I’m finding it difficult not to turn and stare at Savannah.
She’s dropped her chin and is staring at the wall with a fixed expression.
I wasn’t expecting my cleaning lady to be this gorgeous. Beautiful in a way that I haven’t encountered, despite all the parties and events crowded with pretty models and party girls. There’s something ripe and captivating about her voluptuous curves, long limbs, and freckled skin. Vibrant. Her dark auburn hair tumbles in ringlets down to her waist and her eyes are a clear green, like sea glass.
I clear my throat. “Can I get you some water?”
She nods. “Thanks. I mean…maybe I should be offering you some. I don’t know what your servant etiquette is yet.”
“There is no servant etiquette. You’re my employee. Not my servant.” I can’t help a grin as I hand her a bottle. Despite everything, I’m enjoying this quirky exchange. The tiredness from my long day and the flight here has evaporated.
“I’m sure it means sort of the same thing when you’re obscenely wealthy. Sorry, that wasn’t meant to be rude. Grandma’s always telling me I have no filter. Anyway, I guess you can call your employees whatever you want. Do you have alot of them?” Her plump lips close around the top of the bottle and my cock twitches as she swallows.
I rub my hand over my eyes. “I did.”
“You don’t anymore?”
“I’m selling my company. My brother lives an hour’s drive from here, so I thought I’d move closer to see my nephews more often.”
“Where did you live?” She turns to look at me and my chest tightens. She’s a knockout.
“San Francisco.”
“Oh, was it a tech company?” She runs her hand through her wild curls and my cock jumps again. What would that glorious, pre-Raphaelite hair look like spread out on a pillow, or tumbling around her face as she came?
Running my hand over the stubble on my jaw, I angle my body closer to her. “That’s right. Set it up ten years ago. It was the right time to walk away. I needed a new start. What about you?”
“Oh, I’m still getting my own business off the ground. Which is why I have so many cleaning jobs.” She shifts position in her seat. Her cheeks are a rosy pink color.
