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way she wanted to run.
    ‘Did you have a good Christmas?’ She tried to steer the conversation into safer waters.
    He shrugged, eyes briefly clouded and his features taking on a harder edge. ‘You know families.’
    Indeed she did.
    ‘No murders then?’ She smiled, hoping to lighten the atmosphere.
    ‘Not yet, I managed to restrain myself.’ The corner of his mouth twitched.
    ‘Hey, why do you think I came here for Christmas?’ she joked and then instantly regretted it. Kissing would be preferable to questions.
    Infinitely more preferable. Was it too late to press the rewind button?
    ‘Running away from guests wanting to kiss you was the better option?’
    Actually it was.
    ‘I'm not one of
those
chalet girls,’ she murmured, shifting uncomfortably and avoiding his quizzical stare. ‘You know, you must know what everyone gets up to?’
    ‘Unofficially yes, officially no.’ He regarded her with amused interest. ‘As long as everyone involved is over eighteen I don’t see I've any business stopping it if two people want to sleep together.’
    Sleep together
.
    The phrase stuck in Holly’s mind and her cheeks burned again. Great, how did this guy have the ability to make her blush so easily? She hadn’t been like this since her first crush at sixteen.
    ‘So, what sort of chalet girl are you?’ He quirked a thick, dark eyebrow. Knowing amusement danced in his eyes and his thumb rhythmically stroked the inside of her palm. The movement started a gentle tingling that spread all over her body.
    She had to say something, needed to make it clear bed hopping wasn’t her thing. The only one-night-stand she’d had, against her better judgement, left her feeling miserable, not liberated.
    ‘I know it’s not fashionable to admit it but I'm not interested in sleeping around.’ She tried to tug her hand away but he wouldn’t let go.
    A steady humming of arousal tickled her skin, spreading up from the rhythmic circles Scott was tracing on her palm.
    ‘That’s okay Holly, I don’t want you to sleep around. I just want you to sleep with me.’
    ’‘Are you teasing me?’ she asked.
    ‘Oh, you'll know when I'm teasing you.’ He grinned.
    She sensed he knew sex, knew it very well and knew how to make it good for her. Suddenly she wanted very much to be teased by him. Heck it was tempting but at the same time bloody scary too.
    Turned on beyond the point of no return she couldn’t pull away.
    ‘I just want to sit away from the kiss danger zone up there. At least until after everyone's done that midnight, New Year kissing thing. I want to avoid leery, beery idiots and get to bed. Alone that is.’ She tried to look like she believed it, as though he wasn’t turning her on by what he was doing to her hand.
    As though they didn't both know where this was going.
    Fancying Scott gave him power over her. She knew it and so did he, the knowledge gleamed in his eyes with a triumph that should have annoyed her but excited her instead.
    She felt jittery, out of her depth and not knowing how to get back to the shallows. She was definitely in shark territory.
    ‘Leery, beery idiots?’ He laughed. ‘Would those be the same ones who are paying your wages? So, if you're not one of
those
girls why don’t you tell me who you are? You’re a bit of an enigma to me.’
    ‘Why? There’s nothing to know.’ She tugged her hand away. He didn’t let go. She could insist. Perhaps she should insist, she knew instinctively if she did then he'd release his grip immediately.
    But I don't want him to let go … 
    Sod it! She didn’t know what she wanted.
    I want him
.
    The deep unbidden response roared in her ears.
    ‘I doubt there's nothing to know, Holly.’ His eyes gleamed with curiosity. ‘So you’re here to avoid your family, amongst other things?’
    ‘Why ask if you already know?’
    ‘It's called making conversation, you should try it sometime. But you've avoided my question. I find that interesting.’ His eyes