Page 21 of Autumn's Winterhaven
POSSIBLE CAREER OPTIONS
1. Small catering company (on my own this time!!)
2. Bakery? Or catering company focused on baked goods only
3. Stylist to the stars (not realistic but I did a good job with Skylar)
4. Event organizer/wedding planner
5. PA at Killian’s new label—job is ready and waiting
6. Interior designer. No experience! Would be fun though!
7. AHHHH!
8. I suck
9. HOLD ME :(
I felt the heat of him at my back before he said, “What are you doing?”
I tilted my head back to find Hudson leaning over me, looking down at my notebook. He was upside down to me but I could still see his eyes scanning the paper. I clamped a hand over it. “Nothing.”
Hudson rounded the couch. He was dressed in dark jeans, winter boots, a navy knit sweater with a roll neck, and a winter jacket. His face was flushed from the cold and he vibrated with an air of masculine energy that created a shot of tingles between my legs. He smiled at me before leaning down to brush his lips against my cheek. My eyes fluttered closed at the sensation, which was why it was so easy for him to slide the bit of paper out from under my hand.
“Hey!” I cried belatedly, throwing my legs off the couch to stand up and reach for it.
But I was in socks and now significantly shorter than I had been the night before so he held the list high above him and out of reach.
“Give me,” I huffed, jumping for it.
Hudson laughed and wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me against him so suddenly that I was distracted by the feel of his hard chest beneath my hands.
He looked down into my face and his arm tightened around me. “You feel good here, angel.”
I frowned because I feltamazingagainst him but he still had my bit of paper. “Give me my notes.”
Instead he kissed me. Properly. Tongue and all. It was such a deep, luscious, hungry kiss, I curled my fingers into his sweater just to hold on. I swear my legs were trembling when he finally let me up for air. Hudson released me with another soft caress of his lips and then snuggled me into his side as he brought the paper down to his eye level.
He was already reading it before I fully recovered from his kiss.
“Okay,” he said after a few seconds perusal. “Our plans for today just changed.”
“Our plans? What were our plans?”
“Honestly?”
I nodded, lost in his gaze.
He grinned, seemingly totally aware of how much he affected me. “Me fighting hard not to drag you to the nearest bedroom like a caveman.”
I gave a huff of laughter. “I’m sure.”
“But now I need to put those thoughts on hold.” He squeezed me again. “I think I’ve got a way to test your options.” He waved the bit of paper in the air. “Five birds, one stone. If you’re up for doing that while you’re here? Say you got the opportunity to cater, organize an event, style someone, and redecorate a room this week? See which one you enjoyed or succeeded at most?”
Bemused, I nodded. “I would do it. I don’t know how I can possibly do it here though.”
“Boots and jacket on. I’ll show you.”
