Page 50 of High Seduction
A long loud shout of delight broke free as Tim threw his fists in the air and shook them in triumph before spinning toward them, his sheer enthusiasm visible even at this distance.
“You still planning on killing him?” Matt asked.
“Making him hurt, oh hell yeah. Death, I’ll give him a reprieve—looks like he’s cheated it twice today.”
They grinned at each other, then added their cheers as they headed to Tim’s side to finish their trip down the mountain.
One thing was for certain. Tim had a far broader definition of what constituted a good time than she did.
CHAPTER14
A screaming hot shower and a short nap followed their full day of marking up the powder. Rested and damn near starving, they were definitely ready for dinner.
Both of them eyed their clothing bags with a bit of disgust.
Erin held her cleanest T-shirt gingerly between two fingers. “I think I’ll be dining in the room so I can wear a towel. As much fun as this impromptu holiday is, I didn’t pack much more than a change of undies. I’m not wearing any of my stinky stuff down to a formal dinner with Matt.”
“First, stop with theformalandMattthing, but I agree about the clothes. He said we’re free to check the closet and use whatever we want.”
She tugged open the door to the walk-in closet and flicked on the light. “Sweet Jesus, is Matt a cross-dresser, or does he often have women show up he needs to dress?” Erin whirled to face him. “These aren’t his ex-wife’s clothes or something, are they?”
Tim tugged forward a sleeve to show a price tag was still attached. “I’ll ask him, but I get the feeling this is like the decor. Someone bought the lot because closets are supposed to hold clothes. I wouldn’t worry about it. They’re here, let’s find something that fits.”
She ran a hand along the garments as she paced forward, the fabric swaying as she released it. “Matt’s world is a whole different place than the one I live in,” she repeated.
He kissed the back of her neck, then pulled a blouse forward. “Get dressed. I like that colour.”
“You should try this on.” She tugged a hanger to one side and raised a brow.
Tim grinned. “A kilt?”
Erin patted his ass as she grabbed a couple of hangers and headed into their room. “I wouldn’t complain.”
By the time Tim escorted her down the stairs to the main dining room, there was a spot inside him that could only be called contentment.
Erin leaned against him easily, all the fight and bluster that usually hovered around her faded to a low level. It wasn’t as if she were weaker, but the bristly side she tended to display in public was muted.
Tim wondered if she even realized how often she tended to put on a tough façade. He hoped for the next couple of days she’d continue to allow herself to relax, not only in private behind the doors of their suite, but out in the real world.
As real as mansions in the high alpine were, ones with suited servants and a professional chef.
Jason strolled into the room only a moment after they’d arrived. His dark eyes flashed as he smiled at them. “Good to see you looking more rested. If you’re ready, I’ll have dinner brought in. Matt’s been delayed by a phone call—he suggested you start without him.”
“We can wait,” Erin offered.
“No need, although he did mention he hopes to join you by dessert.” Jason tilted his head politely, then left the room, vanishing like a shadow.
Erin picked up a full water glass from the elegantly set table and raised it toward him. “To rest and relaxation.”
Tim joined her in the toast. “Two more days of luxury,” he agreed. He examined the room, a happy sigh escaping as he spotted his target. “I hope you don’t plan on sticking with water the entire time.”
She made a face. “Tim, I’m already wearing clothes out of Matt’s guest closet. I don’t feel comfortable drinking his liquor as well as crashing at his place, not unless I’m contributing to the cost.”
“Good point, but I doubt he’ll take cash in payment. I’ll ask, though, if it would make you more comfortable.” As Erin settled into a chair, Tim walked to the side table where a selection of wine and alcohol covered the surface. “Matt and I have the kind of relationship where he calls me up on Tuesday to announce he’d like to go parachuting the next day. I set it up, and that’s it until the next time we get together.”
Erin laughed, the bright tones dancing through the room. “Great, two daredevils. No wonder you get along so well.”
Tim had just grabbed a bottle of whiskey and turned toward her to answer.
