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spoke.
“Don’t you think you want to be a little more choosy in the women you lay? Last
thing you want is to end up with some psycho chick you can’t get rid of.”
    Slamming his glass down, Phillip
leaned back on the couch with his arms widespread and a grin just as wide.
“Hell, no. That’s what this trip is for. I make sure I don’t give them any thoughts
of happily ever after. Matter of fact, that woman thinks my name is Steve.”
    “What?” Carson chuckled. “How did
she come up with that?”
    Phillip shrugged a shoulder. “After
I came in her mouth, she swallowed like a good girl then asked me what my name was.
I said, ‘Call me Steve.’”
    “You ass.” Carson laughed harder.
“You have the morals of an alley cat.”
    “Yes, I do.” Phillip held his hands
up. “I can’t help it if the women like my strut and want a taste. I feel it is
my civic duty to give it to them. Jealous of my nine to your zip?”
    “Hell, no. And it’s crass to keep
score. We’re all set for the slopes tomorrow on Dragon’s Mount.”
    “Great. Give me a sec to shower and
I’ll be ready to head out to dinner.”
    Carson stood and moved toward his room.
“I’ll see you in fifteen.”
    Shoving off the couch, Phillip went
to the open door on the other side of the seating area. “Got it.”
    In his room, Carson shut the door
and pondered his reason for coming on this trip. He could have convinced
Phillip to go to another resort that wasn’t catering to singles playing room-hop
for a week. He needed sex. Plain and simple. Since he broke it off with Ashley,
or rather she dumped him, he’d been in a dating slump, and therefore in a sex
slump as well. So why he wasn’t taking up the offers that were being tossed his
way, he had no clue. Except he liked a little more familiarity with his sex
partner and he definitely didn’t want to bed some chick that was okay with calling
him Steve after he shot his load down her throat.
    Letting out a frustrated sigh, Carson
opened his closet to get ready for the evening’s events.

Chapter
Three
    “Greets, Ms. McCall, and welcome to
the Village Resort.” An Asian woman in a red jacket, gray shirt, and black
pants greeted her at the door.
    “Hi,” Ryanne said and watched as one
of the bellboys in a varied combination of the woman’s uniform—gray jacket, red
shirt, and black pants—took her suitcase from the resort’s shuttle driver and
walked past her to the reception counter and waited.
    “I hope your transfer from the
airport was nice. It can be a little hard to see the beauty of the mountains at
night.” The woman smiled and escorted her toward the check-in desk.
    “It was only thirty minutes, so that
wasn’t bad, and the roads were clear. I was expecting a slippery ride.”
    “Oh, the city does a fantastic job
of keeping our roads clear.” The woman, whose name tag said Natia, rounded the
desk and began tapping away on a computer.
    “They should work for my city. I
tell you, one flurry lands in Charlotte and everything comes to a halt and
traffic accidents start piling up.” Ryanne loved the friendliness of the staff
at the ski resort. She pulled out her credit card and handed it to the clerk.
    Tap. Tap. Tap . “Okay, I have you all checked in.”
Natia slipped her a small envelope holding her room key across the desk and
passed Ryanne back her credit card. “Will you need more than one key?” The
woman’s smile did not even waver.
    Frowning, Ryanne wondered who else
Natia thought would be joining her. It may be a singles trip, and she may
consider a little bump and grind if the mood hit her, but she was definitely not going to be passing around an extra key to her room. “One will do, thank you.”
    “Great.” Natia laid a brochure, a
map, and other informational flyers before Ryanne. “Here is your information
packet with the schedule of different events, social gatherings and such.
Dinner is already over and most people are in the lounge. However, if you