“Can I ask why you’re being so nice to me? I’m not used to this kind of treatment from my employers, you know…”
“Because I think you’re smart, beautiful, funny…and you deserve a break. You run around Snowflake Falls taking care of other people and maybe you need a little taking care of, too.”
I lean against his big, capable frame. “I like the sound of that, but it’s a fantasy. The real world doesn’t work like that.”
He hugs me, whispering into my neck. “Maybe it does. Try letting me take care of you.”
“Why would you want to do that?” I raise my head to meet his gaze.
Instead of answering, he tilts my chin up and kisses me. His mouth moves on mine and I moan again as heat rises in my core. My breathing is ragged as his tongue explores every inch of my mouth, his hands moving from my back to cup my breasts. Liquid heat pools between my thighs as he brushes his fingers over my peaked nipples, which are poking through the thin material of my T-shirt.
He pulls my T-shirt up and kisses down my neck in slow, deliberate movements. Pulling down the lacy cups of my bra, he groans as my breasts spill out.
“You are so gorgeous, did you know that?” His voice is gruff.
Brushing his fingers across my nipples again, he licks each one and then sucks as I arch my back into the cushions. My hands tangle in his dark hair as his licking and sucking gets more insistent. Lost in the moment, I sweep my hand to the side to clutch the sofa and knock over the water glass on the table. The icy water brings me back to reality and I sit up.
“What are we doing?” I pull the T-shirt down. My body aches for more of Weston’s touch, but I push him away and stand up. My chest is heaving and my cheeks are hot.
“Are you okay?” He frowns.
I shake my head. “No. I don’t know what this…situationshipis but it’s messing with my head. You’re a billionaire, I’m your cleaning lady. It’s never going to work. And I like you.A lot.So…”
“That’s a problem, how?”
I find my sneakers and jam my feet in them, tying the laces haphazardly. “Don’t you dare sweet-talk me! Thank you for lunch. And the massage. And the nap. And…”
He folds his arms across his chest and looks up at me, a slight smile on his face.
“And don’t do that Mr. Handsome thing with me, Weston. I gotta go.” I don’t give him time to reply, sprinting out of the room like I’m in the Olympics.
Once I’m outside, I take a huge gulp of the cool September air. Every cell of my body is screaming for me to go back inside and climb Weston like a tree. Instead, I straddle my bike and pedal away from the house like my pants are on fire. Which they are. This is all getting tricky.
Very, very tricky.
Chapter Four
WESTON
Patch meows plaintively.
“Almost there, brave pirate cat.” I slow the car to let a group of little kids and a couple of adults cross the road. They’re dressed in fall-themed costumes. One little boy has a hat resembling a tree perched on his head. He gives me the thumbs-up sign and I smile.
I’d heard the residents of Snowflake Falls go all out for every holiday. Back in San Francisco, my life centered around gleaming glass offices or the multi-million dollar homes of my peers. I wasn’t always aware of what season it was. But here in this small town, celebrating the changing weather is natural. This place is growing on me.
A huge part of this is down to Savannah, of course. I can’t stop thinking about her. Her clear vision for her business. The way she wrinkles her freckled nose when she laughs. Her voluptuous curves and the way she moaned when I tongued her nipples.
Patch scrapes his claws against the side of the cat carrier. “Parking now, Patch. I hope you’re not going to disgrace our family at the vets.”
A call comes through the speaker. It’s my assistant. “Mr. Bennett, your lawyer says they need you to sign in person. The buyer is old-fashioned and wants to meet you in San Fran, a whole pen-to-paper scenario. Can you do it tomorrow afternoon? I’ll arrange your jet.”
“It’s not ideal.” Anything that takes me away from Savannah right now is an intrusion.
“The buyer flies to Dubai on Saturday for the winter, so it would delay the sale by another three months at least.”
I roll my eyes. “Okay, I’ll do it. Send me the details.”
Once Patch is on the examination table at the vet, he loses all his bravado. He leans against me, his small body trembling as Dr. Abbott examines him.
