Page 32 of Not Your Average Vixen
And she’d done it. She’d put on the vixen mask, and now that sweet ache between her thighs was the only reminder of being screwed six ways from Sunday. Well, seven. But who’s counting?
No matter the number, it had to be enough.
There was no other option.
She left the room and caught the elevator to the lobby. As if on autopilot, she checked out and headed toward the restaurant to grab a quick breakfast before the car arrived to take her to Kringle Mountain.
The dimly lit space where she’d had her first orgasm of the night looked nothing like what she’d remembered. The staff had rearranged the room for a breakfast buffet, and she stared at the booth she’d shared with her handsome stranger.
In her mind, it appeared darkened and secluded. But a frown pulled at the corners of her mouth when she saw it in the light of day. No longer shrouded in a dim, hazy glow, the same booth that had hosted their naughty sexcapades now held a family of four happily munching on omelets and cinnamon rolls.
Was her night with Soren just a beautiful fantasy? A perfect holiday escape?
She scanned the buffet line, hoping to catch a glimpse of the man who’d kissed her with such intensity that her lips still tingled. But her Christmas hotel hottie wasn’t there.
“Gone, like it was a dream,” she whispered, dismissing the lonesome pang in her chest.
“Ms. Dasher?” came a curious voice.
She glanced up to see a man holding a sign with Kringle Mountain House printed in festive lettering. He had a beard as white as snow and sported a red flannel. Looking like Santa’s lumberjack cousin, he gave her a friendly nod.
“Yes, I’m Ms. Dasher.”
“I’m Dan. My wife, Delores, and I are the mountain house caretakers. I’m here to drive you up to Kringle Mountain.”
She nodded, then glanced at the buffet table and spied a fruit display. “Give me one second, Dan.”
While she and Soren had done some very interesting things with a bowl of strawberries and champagne they’d ordered late last night, she was famished from skipping dinner and needed some real nourishment. It was game time. From this point on, her top priority was to make sure that Lori’s wedding went off without a hitch.
Goodbye, not your average vixen. Hello, ball-busting maid of honor.
She grabbed a banana from the table. “I’m all set, Dan. Thanks for coming to pick me up.”
Rosy-cheeked, the man looked even more like Santa than she’d initially thought. She was about to tell him this when her phone buzzed. She reached into her purse to find that she’d missed five calls.
All of them from her sister.
Dan led her out to an older model Range Rover that looked more apt for the Serengeti than the Colorado slopes, but it had to do.
“I’ve got one more to take up to the mountain house,” he said as he loaded her luggage into the back of the vehicle.
She tried to smile, but a lump of worry hardened in her belly.
Five calls in one night was a lot.
She pressed play on the first message, but she could only hear sobbing. Finally, by the fifth and final call, her sister had calmed down.
“Birdie, Scooter sent strippers to the mountain house! Strippers! Tom promised me that he wouldn’t let Scooter turn our wedding into a bachelor party gone wild! But the guy didn’t listen to him!”
Bridget fumed, but now wasn’t the time to call Lori back—not with the driver only a few feet away and another passenger coming. Instead, she switched to text and hammered out a message.
I’m on my way, little sis. I’ll sort out everything when I get there. Don’t you worry!
She dropped her phone into her bag and peeled the banana with a ferocity that the poor piece of fruit didn’t deserve. She took an angry bite. Damn this Scooter! The bastard better be ready for a fight. He was about to incur the wrath of Bridget Dasher.
She took another angry bite, furious with this moron. Agitation prickled down her spine. They needed to get on the road. It was a good ninety-minute drive to Kringle, and if this Scooter was up to no good, she needed to be there to defuse whatever wedding bombshells he had up his sleeves.
Dan tapped the opened door. “I’ll be right back after I find the other guest, Ms. Dasher. It turns out, the best man got snowed in, too.”
