ROMANCE: Turned on by the Wolf (Paranormal Werewolf Shifter Sweet Romance) (New Adult Holiday Contemporary Romance Short Stories) by Sicily Duval
Authors: Sicily Duval
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Chapter 1
I saved the final draft and mailed it to my boss. “That’s
it, I’m out of here!” I said, shutting down my computer.
“Go and have fun, you lucky duck.” Mrs. Lane, my personal
assistant, took the last files off my desk. I was going on a girls’ holiday.
Ella’s husband had connections and he’d gotten us most of it for free. The bit
that we had to pay for was ridiculously cheap. It paid to have the right
friends.
When I left the office, my phone rang.
“Anna! Are you packed yet?” Kate was my closest friend of
the three girls.
“I just got out of the office now. I’ll be ready, I
promise!”
We were going to be away for a whole week, a glorious week
where I didn’t have to worry about accounts and ledgers and clients who
couldn’t make ends meet. I was going to leave my lonely apartment behind and
find myself a man, even if it was just a holiday fling.
I’d gone shopping the week before for winter clothes. The
clothes I’d found were all the latest stuff, form fitting but warm at the same
time, I would look sexy and on top of my game. I couldn’t wait!
We met at the airport an hour before our flight. I was the
last to arrive, and when I spotted our group I ran to them.
“I can’t believe we’re finally going!” Kate cried out. Her
brown curly hair sat in a messy bun on top of her head and she looked good in
just about anything she threw on. And she knew it.
“This is going to be the best time of your life. And I heard
the ski instructors are hot.” Ella did a little jiggle on the spot.
“You’re married,” Kate pointed out. I laughed.
“Just because we already bought our merchandise doesn’t
mean we can’t window-shop, right Ella?” Ashleigh and Ella were both married.
Kate was in a different relationship every few months because she didn’t like
to commit, but with her body and looks she could get any guy she wanted. I
didn’t look nearly like her. My hair was a redder-brown than hers and my hips
wider. But I was special in my own way. My mom told me so.
“We have to get Anna someone then, at least,” Kate said
and nudged me. I rolled my eyes but smiled anyway. We were going to have the
time of our lives.
The flight from Phoenix to Kalispell took four hours. When
we stepped out of the airport in Montana I smelled the snow in the air. I could
almost taste it. A cold breeze whipped around us, making my cheeks numb. I
breathed deeply, taking a chest full of icy air. It burned on the way in, and
swirled in my chest.
“This is amazing,” I breathed out. Arizona was an oven
with red dirt and merciless sun. It was so hot that even at night the heat
smothered you like a big warm blanket. The crisp white layer that covered
everything here was magical. Nothing like home.
We got a car to take us to Whitefish Mountain Resort. It
was about 21 miles’ drive through winding snowy scenery and pine trees. The
mountain rose in the distance as we drove towards it, peaks frosted with snow.
The resort was just as amazing as everything else. Ella’s
husband had gotten us a condo with four bedrooms so we each had our own private
space. Beige walls with light wood finishes rounded it off. We had a fully
stocked kitchen and a private patio.
“What are we going to do first?” Kate asked after we’d
each dumped our bags in our rooms.
“I want to go skiing! No reason we should wait,” Ashleigh
said. The resort was at the foot of The Big Mountain. Most of the chairlifts
were at the front of the mountain and there were already a lot of people skiing
on the slopes. They were tiny dots sliding down the white strip that ran down
the mountain.
Ella disappeared. With her Mike arranging everything, she
was the one in control of the itinerary. Fine by me. This week I didn’t want to
have to think or take responsibility at all. My brain was conveniently going to
switch off and I was going to spend my vacation in a state of bliss.
I had chosen a bright pink jacket with black and
I saved the final draft and mailed it to my boss. “That’s
it, I’m out of here!” I said, shutting down my computer.
“Go and have fun, you lucky duck.” Mrs. Lane, my personal
assistant, took the last files off my desk. I was going on a girls’ holiday.
Ella’s husband had connections and he’d gotten us most of it for free. The bit
that we had to pay for was ridiculously cheap. It paid to have the right
friends.
When I left the office, my phone rang.
“Anna! Are you packed yet?” Kate was my closest friend of
the three girls.
“I just got out of the office now. I’ll be ready, I
promise!”
We were going to be away for a whole week, a glorious week
where I didn’t have to worry about accounts and ledgers and clients who
couldn’t make ends meet. I was going to leave my lonely apartment behind and
find myself a man, even if it was just a holiday fling.
I’d gone shopping the week before for winter clothes. The
clothes I’d found were all the latest stuff, form fitting but warm at the same
time, I would look sexy and on top of my game. I couldn’t wait!
We met at the airport an hour before our flight. I was the
last to arrive, and when I spotted our group I ran to them.
“I can’t believe we’re finally going!” Kate cried out. Her
brown curly hair sat in a messy bun on top of her head and she looked good in
just about anything she threw on. And she knew it.
“This is going to be the best time of your life. And I heard
the ski instructors are hot.” Ella did a little jiggle on the spot.
“You’re married,” Kate pointed out. I laughed.
“Just because we already bought our merchandise doesn’t
mean we can’t window-shop, right Ella?” Ashleigh and Ella were both married.
Kate was in a different relationship every few months because she didn’t like
to commit, but with her body and looks she could get any guy she wanted. I
didn’t look nearly like her. My hair was a redder-brown than hers and my hips
wider. But I was special in my own way. My mom told me so.
“We have to get Anna someone then, at least,” Kate said
and nudged me. I rolled my eyes but smiled anyway. We were going to have the
time of our lives.
The flight from Phoenix to Kalispell took four hours. When
we stepped out of the airport in Montana I smelled the snow in the air. I could
almost taste it. A cold breeze whipped around us, making my cheeks numb. I
breathed deeply, taking a chest full of icy air. It burned on the way in, and
swirled in my chest.
“This is amazing,” I breathed out. Arizona was an oven
with red dirt and merciless sun. It was so hot that even at night the heat
smothered you like a big warm blanket. The crisp white layer that covered
everything here was magical. Nothing like home.
We got a car to take us to Whitefish Mountain Resort. It
was about 21 miles’ drive through winding snowy scenery and pine trees. The
mountain rose in the distance as we drove towards it, peaks frosted with snow.
The resort was just as amazing as everything else. Ella’s
husband had gotten us a condo with four bedrooms so we each had our own private
space. Beige walls with light wood finishes rounded it off. We had a fully
stocked kitchen and a private patio.
“What are we going to do first?” Kate asked after we’d
each dumped our bags in our rooms.
“I want to go skiing! No reason we should wait,” Ashleigh
said. The resort was at the foot of The Big Mountain. Most of the chairlifts
were at the front of the mountain and there were already a lot of people skiing
on the slopes. They were tiny dots sliding down the white strip that ran down
the mountain.
Ella disappeared. With her Mike arranging everything, she
was the one in control of the itinerary. Fine by me. This week I didn’t want to
have to think or take responsibility at all. My brain was conveniently going to
switch off and I was going to spend my vacation in a state of bliss.
I had chosen a bright pink jacket with black and
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