Page 4 of Their Little Snow Angel
The curvy silhouette stops in front of the windows again. She does a little spin. Putting on a show for us, the little tease. I wonder if Mason found us a brat. I can’t wait to spank the supple curves of her ass.
“I see what you’re thinking.” Heath’s voice is thoughtful.
“Are you thinking the same thing?”
He gives me another rare smile. “That we get to tame a brat this week?”
“Let’s fucking go.” I open my door and step out of the car. Heath does the same.
We march up to the cabin, our footsteps quiet on the pine needles. Strains of rock music seep through the walls, disrupting what should be an otherworldly quiet—the only kind of silence you get this far up in the mountains.
The silhouetted woman does another spin, gyrating to the beat. If it weren’t freezing out here, I’d be tempted to stand and watch for a while. She’s not a professional dancer by any means, but she’s mesmerizing just the same.
“Well?” Heath says, because I’m closer to the door.
“Right.” I knock.
A voice exclaims in surprise from inside.
Is she not expecting us? Weird.
I knock again.
The music cuts out.
After a long, long moment, the door opens.
Staring at us from the threshold isn’t a strange woman from a club, I’m certain of that much. There’s absolutely no way Mason would have set us up with this woman.
Why? Because the woman is Violet.
Mason’s daughter.
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Violet
Dad’s friends stare back at me. They’re just as surprised as I am.
“Violet?” Brody shakes his head like he can’t believe I’m in front of him.
“Y-yeah.” My breath clouds in front of my face. It’s cold out here. “Um, what are you guys doing here?”
Heath’s hazel eyes skirt away from me. He doesn’t seem to want to look at me, but I’m not sure why. I’m wearing a sweater and jeans—I changed out of the stupid bustier, skirt, and fishnets hours ago. I was too embarrassed to keep them on, even if they made me happy.
Now, I look down at myself. All covered up. All appropriate. Not one single, deviant, kinky thought here.
All proper, just like Callum wanted.
I’ll never make that mistake again.
Whether I mean Callum or being kinky when I say “that mistake,” I’m not sure yet. I was hoping to do some intensive thinking during my week alone. I need to figure out who I really am inside. If I’m too kinky to have a boyfriend, that’s probably fine; it just means I’ll need to adjust my five-year plan.
“Violet, sweetheart, our balls are freezing off. Can we come inside?”
“The fuck, Brody,” Heath says in a reprimanding tone.
I laugh. Awkwardly, of course. I don’t know how to laugh any other way. “Uh, yeah, you guys can come in.”
