Revenge of a Chalet Girl: Read Online Free Page B

disloyalty…
    “Sure, why not? We’ll come and join you once we’ve cleared up,” She aimed for breezy but thought her voice sounded squeaky, like a panicked mouse.
    Only when it was time to clear the table did she catch Josh’s eye and when she did, she flinched. He glared at her, eyes dark and when she attempted a smile to break the tension he didn’t return the gesture.
    This was totally pants.
    She carried the plates back into the kitchen, tears stinging the back of her eyelids as she fought to keep them from escaping. What right had Josh to be angry with
her
? She was the innocent one in all this and she had the right to flirt or sleep with whomever she wanted.
    Angrily, she stacked the plates, barely aware of the girls around her. She wanted to hurt Josh at that moment, really hurt him. Revenge might be best served cold but her revenge was going to be hot, red-hot. She’d make him see what he’d been missing.
    Standing outside on the chilly terrace, protected from the icy air and the snow by only a white waffle robe and slippers, her red-hot rage had cooled a little. Goosebumps crept over her flesh as the others whooped and ran to the hot tub, Tash pressed the button to start it up and leapt in. She hadn’t even bothered with a robe, just a skimpy black bikini, and for a second Amy wondered if she’d ever be so confident as to not care at all about how she looked.
    She slipped the waffle gown from her shoulders, the soft cotton brushing her sensitised skin. Glancing down, she was horribly aware of her nipples stiffening with the cold and pressing hard against the fabric of her silver bikini. She couldn’t meet Josh’s eyes or bear his glare. She bristled; it was hardly as if she’d done anything wrong.
    Out of the corner of her eye she noticed Matt’s appreciative gaze resting on her body. Despite the cold a flush crept up her neck and she stared hard at the decking, keeping her slippers on until she got to the tub. No way was she running over the snow like Tash had done.
    She stepped down into the hot water of the tub trying not to feel self-conscious, which was counter productive. The silver fabric protecting her modesty felt flimsy and insubstantial. Matt reached out a hand to help her down and she took it, accepting his help and stirred by the appreciative gleam in his eye and his cheeky grin. So, it’d been a good move being talked into buying the silver bikini. She’d not thought to pack a swimsuit. She’d been thinking about keeping warm when she did her packing back in England.
    It was a little smaller than she’d realised though and the cold air had had a rather unfortunate effect on her nipples – they poked prominently through the flimsy fabric.
    How embarrassing.
    For a brief moment she wondered if she wanted to take things further with Matt. He seemed…nice enough. His chest was broad and muscly, thick dark hair curled down his chest to beneath the waistband of his trunks.
    As Amy sank into the warm water Matt rested a hand on her back, resting lightly over her bikini fastening.
    “Don’t grope the girl,” Josh barked, descending rapidly after Matt, his face dark as thunder as he squeezed in between Sophie and Amy.
    Hmm, interesting…
    “Amy doesn’t mind, do you Amy?” Matt said, shooting Josh a curious, half amused look.
    “Er, no…it’s fine.” Amy shrugged awkwardly, shrinking back onto the underwater shelf that served a seat in the hot tub.
    Tash was chatting up the other two guys on the other side of the hot tub, Amy couldn’t remember their names; she’d been a bit…preoccupied.
    She couldn’t concentrate, even though her body felt on high alert and her heart beat hard in her chest.
    Thud. Thud. Thud.
    They all to squeeze up to make room, fitting eight in was a stretch. Josh’s thigh pressed hard against her on one side and Matt’s thigh on the other but it was Josh’s leg which sent darts of pleasure zinging around her body, like she’d received a shot of