Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 93942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
Then he jerked his chin to the right. “Come on, I’ve got one more thing to show you.”
What? Okay, even though he was gorgeous, and I liked him a lot better when I was wearing tennis shoes rather than skis, I wasn’t here to hang with hot guys.
“I can’t, I have to report to Mrs. Greer.” Now that I’d completed her first assignment, maybe she’d give me a real one.
“Greer won’t mind. Besides, this is still part of your lesson.”
“It is?” The words slipped out in a pouty tone before I could stop them. Wasn’t it cruel and unusual punishment to make someone do what they were terrible at and never let the lesson end?
“Yep. Come on.” His blue eyes gleamed as he shot me a smile few women could likely resist—but I tried. I really did. Until he sweetened the pot. “I’ll give you a tour. Show you all the places the guests don’t get to see.”
Blinking rapidly, I thought it over. Then I nodded, coming around the desk to join him. From the grin on his face, you’d think he’d just won a national skiing championship—which he probably had at some point in his career.
Kai gestured for me to follow him, which I did, gingerly. After the ski boots, my normal shoes felt strange, and my feet ached. I nearly groaned when he headed for the staircase that led to the lower level.
He turned around, sized me up, and seemed to instantly grasp the problem. “Guess we’ll take the elevator instead.”
“Thank you,” I said, somewhat stiffly. It wasn’t that he was doing anything wrong, but it was frustrating to keep being reminded that I couldn’t keep up. “Those were the most uncomfortable shoes I’ve ever worn, and I’ve worn five-inch heels.”
“Really.” Kai’s voice was a dangerous purr as he looked at me, his eyes sweeping up and down with interest. “What else were you wearing with those heels?”
Crap, why had I mentioned that? I’d just been trying to make conversation and not show how inadequate this whole morning had made me feel. “Nothing,” I said, then saw my mistake. My pulse spiked as I rushed on before Kai could comment on that. “Nothing special,” I clarified.
“I liked your first answer better.” He looked half disappointed, half amused.
He pressed the elevator button in front of gleaming silver doors and smirked when they slid open. “Want me to lift you onto it?”
“I think I can manage.” Though I had to admit, the way he’d easily picked me up had been one of the better parts of the ski lesson.
Once we were on the lower level, he walked slower, leading me past the restaurant I’d eaten in last night. An incredible smell, something rich and garlicky filled the hallway. Had Asher made that? The food last night had been great, and there had to be some reason they gave him an internship here. It sure as hell wasn’t because of his sparkling personality.
To my surprise, Kai kept up a running commentary as we walked, pointing out things like hidden entrances to storage rooms and the hallway that led to the full-time staff quarters. I took everything in. I wanted to know absolutely everything involved in running a resort like The Fraser.
“How many times have you been here?” I asked when it became apparent that not only did he know the surroundings well, but also that he was pretty damn observant.
“A handful of times as a guest back in my glory days, and this is my third year as an instructor.”
I almost snorted at that. His glory days. Let’s see, he was in his twenties, unbelievably fit, and incredibly gorgeous. I wasn’t sure why he felt his glory days, whatever he meant by that, were over. “Mrs. Greer said you’re from Colorado.”
“Yeah, I live there now, and work during the season. But I like coming here for the holidays. It’s home.”
“It is?” We were passing by two open doors that led to an enormous gaming room complete with pool tables, ping-pong, some round tables with leather chairs that looked like they might be for playing poker, and even a bar at the end. It looked expensive and opulent, but not like home.
“My brother and I grew up about not too far from here.”
Before I could ask him exactly where that was, he held open a glass door, ushering me inside an exercise room that put every other gym I’d ever been in to shame.
My mouth gaped open as I looked around. Every single piece of equipment in this gym looked like it cost more than a car. The whole space gleamed—polished floors, a wall with mirrors, a wall with museum-quality art for some reason, and a bunch of high-end equipment I couldn’t even name.
There were rounded half-ball things stacked in a corner, some kind of straps hanging from the ceiling near the far wall, and a treadmill that looked less like exercise equipment and more like a piece of modern art with its curved wooden surface. Everything screamed expensive and state-of-the-art.