Confessions of a Chalet Girl: Read Online Free Page B

searched hers and stripped her bare, body and soul.
    Squirming, she hoped he couldn’t really see her secrets, her inadequacies and fears. Hoped he couldn’t see how different she was from the rest of the seasonnaire crowd. After two weeks in Verbier she still hadn’t blended in. His gaze assessed her with the intensity of x-ray vision. He probably knew the colour of her knickers and her bra size by now.
    Oh no, her mistake, he’d already worked that out. Some talent. Was that really the kind of guy she wanted to be with?
    Yes, yes, yes!
    Her body screamed at her to listen. Here was a drop dead gorgeous guy flirting like mad with her and she was resisting…why exactly?
    ‘It's hardly interesting. I'm here to improve my French and to spend time abroad.’
    ‘But not to party? You must be the only one of my employees not drinking tonight.’
    ‘Well, someone has to be sensible, to stay in control.’ Her jaw clenched, she resented the implication she was boring. ‘You must know what I mean, given you run your own business. You're pretty sober yourself. I haven’t seen you drinking so I assume you know exactly what I mean.’
    The fact Scott wasn’t drinking was a huge plus point in his favour as far as she was concerned.
    ‘Losing control can be fun sometimes Holly.’ His thumb circled her palm with increased pressure, his eyes promised far more.
    She looked away, confused and half longing for invisibility, half revelling in the knowledge that he saw her, really saw her. She couldn’t decide which girl to be. It was easy to fade into the background surrounded by three chalet girls who were attention seeking Divas.
    Here with Scott there was nowhere to hide. She was teetering on the edge of something, waiting to see if he would push her.
    Waiting to see if she had it in her to jump.
    ‘I, I wouldn't know … I'm still not sure,’ she stammered, cheeks hot, feeling sixteen again. The Madonna lyrics played on an internal loop – ‘
like a virgin, touched for the very first time…’
    She’d explode if he didn’t kiss her, didn’t touch her..
    ‘Wouldn't you like me to show you how losing control can be fun?’ His voice was smooth and tempting, like melting caramel. ‘I get the feeling you need to be in control. But don't you find it exhausting? Don't you ever long for someone else to take control for you once in a while? I promise you, it’ll be fun.’
    Her eyes widened, shocked at having one of her deepest desires exposed. How could he know she'd loathed always having to be the adult in the household? That she longed with an intense hunger for someone to come and look after her sometimes, like her friends’ mothers did.
    She’d felt like she had her nose pressed up against the glass window of a cake shop when she went round to their houses for tea. Not that it happened much because she could never invite them back.
    Scott progressed up from the palm of her hand to stroke the pulse point on the tender inside of her wrist. Her heart raced, it was as though he’d stripped her defences away with those few sentences. Her lips parted instinctively and a persistent desire throbbed between her legs.
    She edged closer to him, her body giving him the response her lips didn't seem able to. Leaning back, he reached out an arm to lock the door leading into the main chalet then pulled her back with him to a large leather armchair in the corner of the room.
    ‘Will you let me to take control Holly?’ he whispered huskily into her ear, the warm breath making the small hairs on her neck prickle with anticipation. ‘I’ll only ask once. Let go for just ten minutes and I promise when you walk out of here you can take the control right back again.’
    Holly's head seemed to nod of its own volition, her body one step ahead of her mind. She sat sideways on his lap, overwhelmed by a mix of emotions she could barely begin to untangle. There was one emotion she couldn’t ignore. She wanted him, and it opened a chasm of