Snowbound with the CEO by Shannon Stacey

line would jump to the conclusion they were in bed together if Adrian’s voice was heard in the background since that happened fairly often, but Rachel knew. That was bad enough.
    “Hey, Rachel, it’s Alex. Are you busy?”
    “Nope. What’s up?”
    “I forwarded the email from the restaurant to you so we could approve the final menu for the Christmas party and I haven’t heard back. It’s been a couple of hours, so I figured I’d call.”
    “You do realize it’s Saturday, right?” And what did it say about her being a slave to her phone when an email going unseen for two hours merited a phone call?
    “Oh, does that make a difference now?”
    Rachel laughed. “Fine, smartass. I’ll pull up my email and read the menu.”
    “Soon?”
    “Give me ten minutes.”
    “You’re back in Boston, right?”
    Rachel swallowed, tempted to lie for a second before she realized how unnecessary that was. “No, the storm closed the roads, so we’re still at the Mount Lafayette.”
    “They’re not open yet?”
    “The highway’s open, but some of the smaller local roads up here are still a mess.” That wasn’t too much of a lie, since it was probably true in places.
    “Snowed in with the boss, huh? Fun.”
    You have no idea. “I’ll get on that email and see you Monday.”
    When the call was over, Adrian hooked his arm around her and dragged her toward him. “You’re not supposed to be working.”
    “They’re used to me responding to email immediately. They were probably afraid I’d been kidnapped by some local mountain man and was being forced to cook his roadkill.”
    “As fascinating as that sounds,” he said, running his hand up her thigh, “no more answering the phone.”
    “I have to read Alex’s email.” She sucked in a breath when his hand skimmed high enough between her thighs so his knuckle brushed her sensitive skin.
    “You can answer his email on one condition.”
    “My boss bribing me not to work isn’t weird at all.”
    “You can answer his email, but then we’re going to spend the rest of today and the night in this bed. Room service. Some champagne. Maybe a little detour to that huge tub in the bathroom.”
    “With bubbles?”
    He sighed, exaggerating it as though the thought of soaking in a bubble bath would come at great cost to his manly dignity. “With bubbles.”
    “I need five minutes. Ten tops. And without your hand between my legs.”
    He withdrew his arm and propped himself up on his elbow to watch her. “Ten minutes, and then my mouth’s going to finish what my hand started.”
    It took her the full ten minutes, and she still had no idea what she’d just approved. Macaroni and cheese, maybe. But by the eleven-minute mark, she didn’t care anymore.

Chapter Five
    Travel didn’t come easily to Adrian. He liked his office and his condo and having his own things around him so, whether by plane or by car, going away from home was slightly wrenching for him.
    Now, for the first time, he was dragging his feet about going home. Except for the fact it couldn’t last, the weekend had been damn near perfect and he would have given anything to extend it.
    “You look very serious,” Rachel said, pushing the room service cart toward the door. They were still in blue robes after their very long shower, her hair was wrapped in a towel and her feet were bare, which he found incredibly sexy.
    Maybe because it felt so real. It was a domestic scene that tugged at his heart and made him start wanting things he hadn’t given a lot of thought to before. He knew someday he would find a wife and have some kids, but his focus had been on his business. Now his focus was firmly on the woman who was so comfortable and natural with him.
    “Just wondering about the road conditions,” he lied.
    He didn’t think he’d ever get tired of hearing her laugh. “You’re not getting out of work that easy. The roads are fine and we have to go home today.”
    It wasn’t the work. He loved his work,