“It looks fake. Like someone painted it. Or like we’re traveling inside a snow globe.”
Charlie grins. “Well, good news, we’re staying where the billionaires stay.”
“I don’t have a billionaire budget, though.”
“I’ll be your sugar daddy this week.” He smirks.
“Oh, I like the sound of that, Daddy …” I whisper into his ear. Charlie looks at me, and I look at him, and we burst out laughing. “I was going with the bit.”
“Not my kink.” Charlie smirks.
“I know, babe.” I wink. “I can’t thank your parents enough for inviting me on this trip.”
“There was a spare room, and everything is included when you hire the chalet.”
“Still.” I nudge him.
“They are excited to hang out with you. I know Mom wants to take you shopping. All the designer shops are on the main street, you’re going to die.”
“I’m excited.” I wiggle in my seat.
It takes us a couple of hours to reach Täsch, where cars must stop before Zermatt.
“Are you ready for the Alps?” Callum asks, waking up from his nap, stretching himself like a cat.
“Ready as I’ll ever be,” I tell him.
“Tonight, we are going to party hard. Hope you have your party hats on,” Callum warns us.
I look at Charlie, and he nods. “Bring it on.”
We switch to one of the electric taxis to enter the village. It looks like a golf cart with doors. It zooms us up the mountain path and into the prettiest fucking ski village I’ve ever seen. Fairy lights line rooftops, fireplaces smoke gently into the icy air, and the Matterhorn looms above everything like a postcard.
“Holy shit,” I whisper.
“Right?” Callum laughs. “Wait until you see the chalet.”
He’s not kidding.
We stop in front of a gorgeous three-story wooden chalet with stone accents, huge windows, and balconies draped in snow. Warm light glows from inside. A carved wooden sign hangs above the entrance,Haus Edelweiss.
Inside smells like cinnamon, pine, and woodfire. A tall, ridiculously handsome guy with floppy brown hair and stupidly long eyelashes walks over and hugs Callum immediately.
“You made it!” the guy says.
“This is Baird,” Callum introduces. “One of my best mates.” Baird smiles at us. “And this is my brother, Derrick, and his partner, Charlie.”
“No shit.” Baird curses as he rushes to give me a hug. “It’s so wild finding out Callum has an Aussie brother.”
“Who lives in LA. He’s a celebrity stylist,” Callum adds proudly.
“Does that mean he can hook us up with actresses?” Baird smirks.
“I called dibs first. Plus, we’re family,” Callum jokes.
“I’ll see what I can do.”
Callum claps his hands. “Right, tour time!”
