“Architect. I work on the redesigns, or the new builds on brand new sites. Whatever and wherever I’m needed.”
“So you all work together?” I’d expected as much.
“Unluckily,” Reuben grumbles good-naturedly.
“We live together too,” Luca adds. “In a luxury suite at the very top of the chateau. You’ll see as part of your package that you can live in if you want. If you did, you’d have a senior manager room, but hopefully, you’d spend most of your free time with us.”
“Don’t go giving a horny girl ideas,” I tease, loving the way they all laugh so easily, even Brecken. I might study his face a little too long, but that laugh was everything.
“Not everyone in management gets offered a room, so it’s a special offer,” Reuben explains, wiping the grin off his face. “That said, you may not need it for long.”
My chest squeezes. If there was a declaration that a relationship had longevity, that was it. And then, of course, I think about the turrets and towers, ones I imagined living in as a girl. “Does your suite have a tower?”
Luca’s posture is all quiet confidence. “You know it does.”
“Then you know my answer.”
Brecken runs a hand through his hair, a torn, restless expression on his face, though it eases when he sees my worried expression.
Knowing they want me around for a long time has me feeling weightless. At times, one of them appears to act as the spokesman for all three of them, as if they operate from one mind, one consciousness. It makes things easier, truth be told. They don’t seem to bicker or argue, which bodes well, but I’m not sure how I’m meant to share myself between them. Equally, is a given. But is it rotational? Do I just keep a record in my head and move on to the next on the docket so to speak? Or is it more fluid, depending on who’s around? What if they all want me on the same night—will I sleep with them all? What if I want a night off? Two? A week?
God, I can’t think too much about all the nitty gritty details right now. I’ve just been given an extremely generous job offer, one at Chateau Balthazar. It’s a dream opportunity.
“I can’t wait to start. And obviously, I want to be in Aspen. My family is buried there. It’ll be good to be nearer them.”
After throwing me a sad smile, Brecken’s gaze falls to the floor looking deep in concentration.
“I think this deserves a toast,” Reuben suggests, topping up our glasses with champagne. Standing, we hold up our glasses and clink them together. “To Winter in Aspen.”
“To Winter in Aspen,” I echo.
CHAPTERTEN
Christmas morning is a winter wonderland.Snowplows work the roads non-stop. The resort has scheduled five controlled explosions on the vulnerable peaks at seven o’clock. There’s so much snow that getting to the hotel is more hassle than it’s worth, so I disembark and walk the last few minutes, my new teal bobble hat on my head.
Eventually, I trudge into the hotel, heading downstairs to the basement. Christmas music plays, my colleagues looking happy, and the Christmas breakfast includes cute, dough-based gingerbread men with raisins for eyes.
Snow crunches underfoot as I walk up the hill to cabin one, new paths cut from the recent snowfall. When thunderous booms echo between the mountains, the authorities detonating small explosions, my heart feels full, but I also feel a deep, heavy loss. Christmas can be the loneliest time of the year, and it’s why working in a busy hotel is a bonus.
In the cabin, I head straight for Luca’s room. I want to give him the signed contract straight away. After all, my start date is only three days away. Even knowing Elias will flip, I’m resigning with immediate effect, leaving him high and dry. He blackmailed his extra dime out of my über-qualified ass, and he can stick his notice period for all I care. All I want is to spend New Year’s in Aspen with myboyfriends?and although I’m sad to be leaving my friends, I hope to see them soon.
Gently, I knock on Luca’s door (or should I call him Balzer?) entering when I hear him callYeah?
Wearing just a towel around his trim waist, he stands by the bed. “Merry Christmas,” he murmurs contentedly, coming towards me and sweeping me in for a hypnotic kiss. He tastes of mint, his skin fragrant with sandalwood and ambergris.
When Luca starts to unbutton my pants, I tug his towel loose. Effortlessly, he lifts me before tossing me on the bed, stripping me of my clothes in record time.
“Merry Christmas,” I whisper, as he settles between my thighs and buries his face in my pussy. His huff of laughter dusts over my bare flesh, his tongue thoroughly exploring every dip and curve. I squirm, delirious with lust as his warm mouth leisurely nibbles every part of me.
Our eyes collide, my view of him feasting on me one I want to store in my memory forever. A firm tongue pushes inside, everything tingling with excruciating awareness. He’s a gifted kitty-kisser, the best, flicking my swollen clit until a fire burns. And it all feels even better when two fingers sink deep and fuck me senseless, rubbing against my G-spot in steady, relentless strokes. With a strong forearm across my womb, he pins my wriggling ass down as he laves at me over and over. Blistering heat crackles through me, my vision blurring as I convulse around him.
Wiping his mouth clean on the back of his hand, he murmurs, “This is how I like to spend the holidays,” before rolling a condom over his cock. Climbing over me, he surges inside, filling me. Delirious with how perfect he feels, I let him ride me hard and fast, both of us desperate to be together again.
Fireworks set off inside, more and more catching fire until there’s only raging heat exploding out of me, my back arching off the bed as I cry out. He sucks sharply at my nipples as I come down from my explosive high, but all it does is have me climbing the walls with lust again.
“I’m such a nymphomaniac around you,” I confess, looking up into mesmerizing sapphire eyes. His black hair is still damp; it’s been flopping forward as he drove inside me.
Pulling out, he moves my knees from his waist to my shoulders. With my feet up by my ears, I’m basically folded in half. Then he pushes himself back in, my lungs flattening under his body weight.