by Claire Adams
I watched as she tried to roll her ankle a little and winced in pain. It looked really swollen from what I could see. But I didn’t think it was broken because she was able to move it a little. Only time would tell for sure. If it was a sprained ankle, she would be able to put a little weight on it in the next day or so; if it was broken, she’d still be in pain.
My urges toward Emmi had calmed down for the moment, and I set my sights on the work we had to do during our trip. I needed to go through each of the rooms and measure them for Rosa; I had to look for large beams and other support type structures and write it all down. Although the chalet was small, it was still going to take plenty of time to get everything that Rosa was asking for, and I couldn’t afford to get sidetracked by thinking about Emmi. Rosa really wanted to verify the measurements and information since we had hired a local guy to gather everything and she had to be sure before going forward with her design.
After getting the fire back up to a mild roar, I made my way to the kitchen to pillage through the canned foods. Most of the food was only a year old and barely any of it was expired. The main issue was that the food was primarily dinner food and some of it quite strange to even have in a chalet.
“How’s a little spaghetti o’s for breakfast?” I yelled from the kitchen.
“I’ll eat anything,” she yelled back.
“Anything? I’ve got some sardines,” I teased.
“Okay, almost anything.”
“Oh, jackpot! I found the canned fruit section. This will do,” I said too quietly for Emmi to even hear me.
I grabbed a variety of canned fruit and a couple plates. My fingers were filthy, so I didn’t dare touch the food as I tried to place it nicely on the plates; instead, I used a long fork I found in one of the drawers. I spread pineapples, pears, and peaches around our plates in a flower pattern that was quite impressive. I still was pretty sure the food in the pantry had to of been used for recipes and not just serving to people. Or maybe they kept it there just for emergencies like this one; I wasn’t really sure.
“Get ready for some deliciousness,” I said as I gingerly carried the plates to Emmi.
I grabbed the coffee table and pulled it closer to us so we could sit on the couch together and eat our meals. My stomach flipped as I put the first piece of fruit into my mouth. I hadn’t even realized just how hungry I was until that first piece of food slid down my throat and hit my stomach.
“What happened to the Spaghetti O’s,” Emmi teased.
“I found this and thought it would work alright.”
“It’s better than alright,” Emmi said as he stuffed one of each piece of fruit into her mouth. “I’m hoping there’s another can of each of these because I’m going to be done with this in twenty seconds.”
“This is an all-you-can-eat buffet, ma’am. You can have as many cans of fruit as you’d like. I’ll even arrange them beautifully for you again.”
“Thanks,” she said as she kept eating.
I found myself fixating on her lips as she put each piece of food into her mouth. I tried to look away but kept looking back to watch as she slid the fruit into her mouth.
Don’t think about it.
Then she did the worst possible thing in the world. She grabbed a slice of peach and slid it into her mouth slowly. Her lips wrapped around it as she closed her eyes and let out a moan that aroused every inch of my body.
“Mmm, this is so good,” Emmi said as she slid the rest of the peach into her mouth. “Can you get me another can of these? No need to put them on a plate or anything. Just open the can and bring it here. I want to eat them all.”
“Yep,” I said as I quickly got up and went to the kitchen.
Relief flooded me as I got a moment away from her sexual torture. The worst part was Emmi didn’t even seem aware how she was teasing me. She was oblivious to how the sound of her moan had electrified my body.
I took a moment to gather my self-control as I opened another two cans of peaches and brought them out to Emmi. I repeated the same words over and over in my head as I sat there and watched Emmi delicately eat each and every peach.
She’s off limits. She’s off limits. She’s off limits.
The more I repeated the phrase, the more I didn’t believe it though. Nothing I was saying to myself could get the thoughts of Emmi out of my mind. As she ate, oblivious to my desires, I paced around the room and tried to figure out what I was going to do with myself.
“I’m going to try and find some candles so I can get work done. Do you mind?”
“Oh, I was thinking about it, I bet they are in the hall closet upstairs. I saw there were some old candle holders in the rooms, probably to set the romantic mood for couples and stuff. But anyways, try upstairs.”
“Okay, thanks,” I said and then made my way upstairs.
Sure enough, I found a stack of candles and glass holders in the closet at the top of the stairs. There was even a stack of matchbooks there, so I grabbed a few of everything and made my way to the end of the hall. The largest room in that area was where I wanted to start writing down my numbers.
I found a pad of paper and pen in one of the nightstands, but I didn’t have my tape measure. Instead of rushing downstairs to grab it, I sat down on the bed and waited for a few minutes. My heartbeat was throbbing throughout my body as I tried to get Emmi off my mind.
Sitting on a large plush bed probably wasn’t the best place to be as I tried to forget about Emmi. It didn’t matter though; I had to keep my wits about myself no matter what urges I had.
“Declan,” I heard Emmi say from down the hall.
I took in a deep breath at the sound of her voice. I was going to make it through this day without giving in. I was stronger than the primal urges that were building up inside of me.
“I’m down here,” I said as I looked out and saw Emmi hopping on one foot down the hallway after making her way upstairs. “That’s one way to get around.”
“I had to pee and figured if I could hop there I could hop up here and help you. Plus, I brought you Rosa’s list and your tape measure,” she said as she held the items up.
“Thank you so much; how about we set you up in here, and I’ll read off the measurements, and you can fill in Rosa’s forms?”
“Sounds good. I can’t just sit there eating all day.”
Yes, that would be horrible if she sat there wrapping her lips around those damn peaches all day long. Her soft lips taking that fruit into her mouth and moving it slowly in, oh, how I enjoyed that scene so much.
“Well, let’s get started.”
I helped Emmi onto the bed and turned away from her as I started to measure the length, width, and height of the room. I’d already lit six candles and had them sitting on the tables around the room, and they provided enough light for me to read the numbers off of my tape measure.
For the next couple hours, we move from room to room, gathering our measurements and writing everything down. There were moments when light peeked through the clouds and snow, but it remained relatively dark out throughout the day. By the time we got to the last bedroom on that floor, I had successfully avoided eye contact with Emmi for the whole time we’d been up there.
“What are all these numbers going to be used for?” Emmi finally asked as we sat in the last room.
“I think Rosa wants to try to figure out if she can do something with the building without tearing down too many walls. It would make it easier, but we are still going to have to reinforce the foundation and beams to meet the current codes.”
“What happened to this place? I mean, it seems like they would have sold everything off if their business was going under. Instead, it looks like they just checked out their last customers and then locked the doors behind them.
“The couple who owned the chalet were killed in a car accident. It was very tragic. They were driving to see their first grandchild being born in western Colorado. Unfortunately, they decided to keep driving through a snow storm and
got hit by a big-rig.”
“Wow, that’s horrible.”
“Yeah, this place had been their lifelong dream, and the kids wanted to keep it running, but it was just too emotional for them.”
“And why didn’t they sell it sooner?”
“Personally, I think the kids always wanted to come back and run this place but their own lives got in the way and they never came back out. But it was too sentimental for them to just sell it.”
“Yet you and Daddy got them to sell it to you?”
“Your dad did that. He’s an expert at closing these deals. He was genuine and told them that we wanted to make it a place where people longed to come. A unique escape. Something I suspect the original owners had done when they first built this.”
“Yeah, it’s definitely more comfortable than one of those chain hotels,” Emmi said as she leaned back in the bed and moved her hands up and down the fabric. “Even this many years later, the beds are still the most comfortable I’ve ever laid in, and I’ve been in a lot of beds.”
I burst into laughter at her statement. I doubted she meant it to sound as dirty as it did, but it was funny to think about sweet little Emmi bouncing from bed to bed. She definitely didn’t seem like that sort of girl.
“A lot of beds, huh?” I laughed.
“What? Oh, no! Not like that!”
“I know what you meant.”
“Declan, seriously not like that. I didn’t mean I sleep with a lot of guys,” she continued to protest as she playfully slapped my arm.
“Oh, I’m sure you don’t.”
“You’re antagonizing me. I really don’t,” she insisted.
“Okay, I believe you,” I replied with a huge smile.
“You’re impossible.”
I flipped over and moved up near where she was laying. She was right; the bed was one of the most comfortable I’d slept in. But mine was much more comfortable at my house. I couldn’t exactly tell her that though; she’d likely think I was inviting her to come over and test it out with me.
“I’m sorry for teasing you,” I said softly as I laid on my stomach near Emmi.
“Don’t pretend. You love getting me mad,” she said with a sweet smile.
“It is a little fun. I won’t lie,” I said as my hand and hers touched slightly.
She didn’t pull away. There we were, lying in a comfy bed, in the midst of a winter storm in a candlelit room. The romance was hard to miss as I moved slightly closer to her. Again, she didn’t pull away. Instead, her eyes stayed fixated on me, and she slightly bit her lip in anticipation of my next move closer to her.
“I’m sorry,” I said softly as I moved my hand up to the side of her cheek and held it gently.
“For what?” she asked.
“This.”
I moved in and let my lips touch hers. My right hand stayed softly placed on her face as my left hand moved and found one of hers to touch. Slowly our lips moved together as we both kissed each other. Emmi was gently moving her lips, and I heard a soft moan as she let out a breath.
“No, we shouldn’t,” Emmi said in a seductive voice. “I’m, uh…just no. We should keep this professional,” she said as her lips kissed me gently one last time and then pulled away.
Her face was flush with pink, and she had a smile that radiated sexual appeal. I knew she was right. For God Sake, I’d even promised her father that I wouldn’t do this, but at that moment, I couldn’t contain the desire I had. I couldn’t imagine not feeling her lips against mine.
“I said sorry,” I shrugged playfully.
“Okay, that was fine, but we really can’t do this,” she said as she waved her hand between the two of us. “My father would kill you. You’re technically my boss, and there has to be at least a dozen reasons why it’s a bad idea.”
“I understand. We will just let it be. That was a nice kiss though,” I said and ran my finger over my own lips to remember the touch of hers.
“Declan, no more. That was it. That was the only time those lips of yours will be touching my lips,” she said totally unconvincingly.
Chapter 14
Emmi
The taste of Declan stayed with me long after our sweet kiss on the bed that night. The sweet nature of his breath combined to form a memory of him that I’d keep with me long after we escaped the hell of the snow storm. But three days after arriving at the chalet, we were still there, with no end in sight.
“How much longer do you really think it will snow?” I asked as I stood looking at the large windows near the back of the great room.
“Who knows? I thought it was only going to last a day or two; we are full on into the third day and I’ve never seen this much snow in my life.”
“What do you think would happen if I opened this door?” I joked as I held onto the glass door that led to the back porch.
The snow was literally as tall as I was and I imagined it all sliding into the house the second I opened the door. But then again, maybe it was so compacted by the force of the wind that it would just stay there like a solid snow wall.
“Do it,” Declan urged.
“Should I?”
The thought sent my pulse racing. We’d been at the chalet for nearly seventy-two hours. I wasn’t used to being stuck in one place for so long. Luckily, we had our work to do and had made it through Rosa’s long list of measurements to take, but now we had nothing else to do until the snow cleared and we could hike out to the nearby hotel. But it was still a good mile away and nothing I wanted to risk until we could clearly see where we were going.
“If you don’t do it I’m going to,” Declan said as he got up from the couch and put his hand on the door with mine.
His firm fingers wrapped around mine and that damn electricity between us was there again. I shyly tried to avoid his delicious eyes as he looked at me. The longing that filled him was getting harder and harder to resist. I really couldn’t figure out how he was continuing to avoid making a move. Well, besides the fact that I had said it was a bad idea after our first kiss, but still; he had to feel that energy that was going on between the two of us.
“I’m doing it,” I said as I pulled the door and he moved behind me.
His arm stayed on the door and wrapped around my body as we both pulled the door open. Declan kept his body a few inches away from mine, but the knowledge that he was so close was all I needed to feel weak in the knees.
“It’s staying,” he said as the door pressed all the way open.
“Wow, I really thought it was going to fall in here. Should we try to tunnel out?” I joked.
“We should try it at the front door.”
I had been joking at the idea of digging a tunnel out of the snow. It was clearly still snowing, and our digging would quickly just be covered up. But we were getting bored and at least digging was something to pass the time.
“I’ll get my warm clothes on,” I said.
As I turned around to go back upstairs to the bedroom we had claimed as ours, Declan was still holding the door and standing close to me. Facing him, only inches away from his lips, I paused and waited to see if he would make another move. But he didn’t. Instead, he moved out of my way and stayed near the back door while I went upstairs.
My ankle had started to feel a little better, and I could walk on it as long as I didn’t put too much pressure on that side. Usually, I limped around to where I was going and then stood on the good foot. It was amazing how much the ankle had hurt that first day, but it had started to get much better over the last two days.
We had set up the biggest room as ours. It had a king size bed in it that we shared, but there was a pile of pillows between the two of us to keep his side and mine separated. Although Declan appeared to be just fine at keeping his hands to himself, despite the clear attraction the two of us had for each other.
The balcony didn’t have as much snow on it as the downstairs did, but that was because it wasn’t facing the wind and there were trees to block it from g
etting too much accumulation. There was probably still near two feet of snow on the balcony though. I stood and looked out over the street, which hadn’t been plowed since we arrived. The whole town looked like it was basically on lock-down until the storm had passed.
Even though the snow continued to come down, the sky wasn’t as dark as it had been and I even saw a glimpse of sun every now and then. But even if the snow stopped that very second, it would be at least a day until the roads were cleared and we could get out of Breckenridge, and since the snow hadn’t stopped yet, we had no idea how much longer we were going to be there.
After pulling on my warmest clothes, I made my way downstairs to find Declan all ready to start our digging adventure.
“Even if we just get the path in front of the building cleared, that will help and make it so much easier when we are ready to leave,” Declan said as he handed me a shovel.
“Where did you find these?”
“In that closet,” he said and pointed to the front closet. “I’ve learned that the most obvious location is where everything is at.”
“Yeah, I’m learning to love these previous owners. Their logic is totally on point with mine.”
“I’m not very logical when it comes to my organizational skills,” Declan joked. “I would have put the shovels away and never remembered where they were at.”
“I’ve learned that about you.”
“Let’s get this digging party started,” Declan said with more enthusiasm that either of us should have had after spending three days trapped by a snow storm.
The snow was between four and five feet tall on this side of the builidng, and the initial problem we had was just getting out the door. We couldn’t exactly shovel the snow into the building to make room so Declan just pressed his whole body against the pile so we could at least get our shovels into it and throw it over the large pile in front of the house.
Declan would grab a shovel full of snow from the top of the pile, then halfway down, and finally on the ground. It took three full shovels full to clear each section and then I had to continue scooping behind him as other snow tumbled into the path. After nearly an hour of shoveling, we had cleared a ten-foot path toward the driveway, only about one-fifth of the distance we needed to cover just to get to the driveway. I couldn’t even imagine how long it would take to shovel the actual driveway. We would probably have to wait for someone with a snowplow to take care of that for us.