It’s rustic and charming and at the same time exudes luxury and style.
Gripping my to-go cup and slinging my bag over my shoulder, I brace the cold morning air and march into the Lodge entrance before the bite at my nose turns to full blown numbness.
Inside, the floors and ceilings are made of warm pale wood, stone, and mood lighting.
The skylights will fill the place with natural sunlight and highlight the subtle brick red and navy accents.
I strip out of my coat and walk through the lobby, taking in each detail.
Did his dad decorate the place or has Adam put his own spin on it?
It’s hard to tell.
I haven’t been here since I was a kid, and that was only to ski and drink hot cocoa.
It’s seven on the dot when Adam interrupts my examination by his mere presence.
It takes up more space than he does, which is saying something.
His gaze finds mine immediately, and a smirk tilts his mouth.
He’s in another suit sans the jacket.
White spreads tight across his chest, and I try not to notice how big and broad he is.
How intimidating it should be, especially as he approaches, is overshadowed by how aware of him I am.
“Drew Bennett. How was your drive in?” Adam hovers, almost looming over me but not quite.
I roll my eyes. It took literally ten whole minutes to drive up the hill to get here. “It was fine.”
“Have you been here before?” His voice is low and soft, almost a rumble.
I try not to like it and fail. “It’s been a long time.”
“Good. That means I get to give you a tour.” That big hand of his finds the small of my back, searing me much hotter than it did through my coat.
I send him some side eye. The touching is not professional. I need this to stay professional.
I cannot ruin this opportunity. Even if Adam is sexy as fucking hell. Bosses are off limits.
Stepping out of his grasp as we weave through the chairs and tables in the lobby, he finds me again the moment he’s able to.
I give him an exasperated sigh.
“I don’t think your hand on my back is very necessary. It’s not like I’m about to trip in the snow.”
“Oh, Miss Bennett, I assure you, it’s quite necessary. Snow or not.”
I stop us to turn and look him in the eye. The tension between us doubles, and I struggle to keep my breath even. The distance I try to put between us is not enough.
“Says who?” I should plant my hands on my hips, slap his hand away, give him a push, but I do none of those things.
“Says me.” Adam steps closer.
I’m losing this battle. “And everyone does as you say, is that it?”
“I have a feeling you’re going to test that reality.”
