Page 1 of Resorting to Love
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chloe
“What the shit?”
Naked male butt at twelve o’clock. It’s a very fine specimen, butthatdefinitely wasn’t included in the amenities listed on Mountain Ridge Resort’s website. I might’ve made the trip sooner if it were.
The fine male butt’s owner turns to face me before I have time to react. He also doesn’t cover up.
“Oh my God,” I say,trying—I swear, I’m trying—to avert my gaze. I’ve been riding the celibate bus for a while now, and my eyeballs refuse to cooperate with my intentions. They’re trained on his junk as if it’s the only thing in the room to look at. Which, in all honesty, it might as well be.
“I’m generally in a more active mode when a woman says ‘oh my God’ to me.”
Nowmy gaze snaps to his face. He’s funny, I’ll give him that. Handsome too. Neither of which matter.
“What are you doing in my cabin?” This time, I deliberately let my eyes wander south of his border. “And why are you so happy about it?”
A laugh loaded with manly rumbling erupts from his smiling face. “This is my natural state, sweetheart. I get a whole lot happier when properly inspired.”
“Well, I’m not here to inspire you,” I say, grabbing a small throw pillow from the nearest chair and tossing it at him.
He catches it without breaking eye contact, then does what I intended and holds the pillow in front of his groin. His frank and beans are no longer on display, but the rest of him is, and it’s one hell of a sight. He’s lean and defined, with enough bulk to look athletic, but not so much that he looks like a juiced-up meathead. Even his legs are nicely muscled. Kudos to him for not skipping leg day.
“Whenever you’re done taking inventory, darlin,’ I can help you find your cabin.” Naked Man is grinning when I meet his eyes. “Or not, if you’d like to stay awhile.”
I’m not a blusher. After the shit I’ve seen and dealt with in the emergency department, nothing embarrasses me. My cheeks don’t burn when Mr. Cocky No-Pants calls me on cataloguing his many fine points, but other parts of my anatomy are well on their way to heating up. Damn my sex-starved body. I’m not going to find true love at this resort, but steaming up the sheets wouldn’t be terrible. Just not with this man. Hot or not, cocky doesn’t impress me.
“You’re inmycabin,darlin,’” I say, narrowing my gaze. “And you’re not welcome to stay awhile. Or at all.”
He laughs again, a robust sound that makes the room feel considerably smaller. The eight feet separating us feels more like eight inches.
Eight inches.
It’s a shame his personality isn’t as appealing as what’s behind the pillow he’s holding.
“The last thing I want to do is argue with a beautiful woman. But one of the front-desk clerks brought me over here personally, so I’m sure this is my cabin, not yours.”
“I don’t know whose sense of direction is worse—the employee’s for bringing you to the wrong cabin, or yours, for needing somebody to show you to your room when it’s a three-minute walk from the main lodge.” It’s bitchy, but after ten hours of driving, my irritation is higher than my attraction to this buff, naked stranger. I pull up my reservation details on my phone and step closer, showing him the screen. “Forestview cabin is mine for the week.”
His blue eyes scan the information, then return to my face. “Nice to meet you, Chloe. Pretty name. It suits you.”
“Gosh, let me swoon.”
He laughs at my deadpan delivery, a sexy grin making itself at home on his strong-jawed face. If he weren’t annoying as shit, I’d put him on the maybe-this-could-be-fun list. Guys who find my endless sarcasm amusing aren’t generally in abundance.
I expand the section of the screen he’ssupposedto be reading, then hold the phone toward him again. “Look. At. The. Cabin.”
“I already did.” The crinkles at the corners of his eyes tell me he’s enjoying this torment far too much. “That doesn’t mean you’re in the right one.”
I throw both hands up in a huffy mixture of anger and defeat. “Were you blindfolded when the desk clerk held your hand and brought you here? There’s a plaque that says ‘Forestview’ out front.”
“Is there?”
“Yes.”My bottom lip drops when he walks past me, putting his taut butt on display for my viewing pleasure. “Oh my God,” I say, rushing to close the door when he opens it wide. “This is a family-friendly resort, not a nudist retreat. You can’t just walk out onto the porch totally naked.”
“I’m not totally naked.”
My heart’s racing as I glance down. Aside from my tank top and shorts, that square of stuffed upholstery is the only thing between us. I’ve just closed myself inside this cabin with a handsome, well-endowed, random stranger wearing nothing but a throw pillow.
