A Summer With Snow (Frosted Seasons #1) Read Online Free PDF

speak to you urgently.”
    I swig from the bottle, and feel the cool bubbles fizz between my lips.
    “Sir?”
    I raise my hand, then swallow. Rayne can go fuck himself.
    “Ampa, you haven’t seen me, have you?” I say, slipping a hundred-dollar bill into the pocket of her tunic.
    She curtsies.
    “No, sir,” she says with a slight chuckle, hurrying behind the bar as guests queue to be served.
    As I stride across the tiled lobby in the direction of the lift, my eyes shoot towards the back wall of the hotel and its large panes of glass; a perfect picture, and I own it all. Every shade of blue merges before me, from the pastel shade of the sky, to the turquoise sea and the infinity pool. The smile that curves on my face stays there as I see my guests lounging happily, every seat around the outside bar taken, making my smile feel even sweeter. My view is broken by a beautiful brunette momentarily blocking my vision.
    I gasp.
    “Darcy!” I call after her.
    She spins round on the spot, her dark eyes widening.
    “Oh sorry, I thought…” I shake my head. “Sorry.”
    “Already chatting up the guests?”
    I’m startled by a voice from behind. The brunette giggles, briefly looking me up and down, then turns and walks through the double doors towards the outdoor pool.
    I can’t miss his hair, its wild, red waves dancing across his forehead. His eyes are the lightest of browns, amber in fact, the colour of the freckles that pattern his full cheeks.
    “Chase, you asshole, you made me look like a right dick.”
    “Oh well,” he says, raising his hand into the air and proceeding to move it up and down. “Wanker,” he mutters, then sniggering he bypasses me, throwing the strap of my hand luggage over his shoulder and wheeling my suitcase along behind him.
    I’ve only been back in the country a couple of hours and the little fucker’s already trying to point score . I manage a grin; I have many ways of getting him back.
    “Snow!”
    I’m jolted from my thoughts as he stands in the lift, holding the door open. I stride through and the door closes.
    “What’s been going on round here? What have I missed?”
    “Same old shit, just another day,” Chase says with a touch of sarcasm.
    I frown upon seeing him shuffling uncomfortably from side to side.
    A white light flashes on the number one as we pass the first floor. I sniff, then cover my nose with my hand.
    “I think maintenance need to be called. There’s a blockage.” Must be the plumbing .
    I hear Chase puffing and blowing heavily at my side.
    “Yeah, there’s a blockage alright.” He makes a slight joke, though his face reddens and he appears to be in pain.
    I wretch.
    “Good God, man, control yourself.”
    He holds his hand to his stomach, which growls angrily.
    “That Thai chicken didn’t agree with me.”
    With each floor we pass, his shuffling becomes more obvious and the odour gets worse. I can’t hold my breath or laughter back, and almost spit it out in his face. He’s going to shit himself in a minute. I smirk, looking down at his white trousers; rather an unfortunate choice of clothing.
    Tenth floor, the lift stops. I crunch the champagne bottle and glass under my arm, then take the suitcase and hand luggage from Chase. The doors open.
    “It’s okay, mate,” I say, tapping him on the shoulder. “I can manage from here.”
    I don’t give him time to answer and exit the lift, gasping in a breath of fresh air. Then I stand and pause; there’s something I have forgotten to do. With a quick step back, I skim my hand over the button for every floor, making sure not to miss one. I know he won’t use the hotel toilets; he’ll wait till he gets back down to his own room on the second floor, so he’ll have a slow and rather broken journey.
    Chase is almost keeled over as the lift door begins to close.
    “You bastard!” he shouts.
    Cupping my hand, I shake it from side to side.
    “Now who’s the wanker!”
    “Touché,” I just about hear him