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Jennifer bit her lip as she tore open the envelope, her anxiety kicking up a notch. Between wondering what kind of date they were supposed to go on and reliving Alexâs kiss, sheâd hardly slept last night. She took the papers out and briefly scanned them.
âOh, no, this canât be right!â she practically wailed. She looked up at Alex, stunned. âItâs a date for an entire weekend!â
âA weekend? Where?â Alex asked, surprised to learn their date involved more than just one evening. âMy aunt never said I was obligating myself to a weekend when she roped me into the auction.â He was a man who planned his life, and he hadnât planned to spend any more than a night with the woman whoâd won him. Of course, heâd made that decision before heâd learned the woman was Jennifer.
The thought of sharing a weekend with her changed everything. He could spend an evening taking her to dinner and manage to keep his hands off of her. But a weekend alone with her? Alex wasnât so sure.
âOh, my goodness!â
âWhat is it? Does she have us climbing Mt. Everest or something?â He wouldnât have put even the wildest stunt past his aunt.
âSomething just as ridiculous,â Jennifer replied, her voice shaking as she looked at pictures of a cozy ski lodge. There were huge beds and fireplaces in the rooms. âHere.â She handed the brochures to him. âItâs for a ski weekend in Vermont.â
âReally? When?â Alex couldnât suppress the excitement racing through him. He loved to ski, but living in Virginia Beach where it rarely snowed meant traveling to the mountains. Last winter he hadnât taken the time for even a day trip. The idea of going to a ski resortâand especially going with Jenniferâturned his whole attitude toward being obligated into anticipation. He could see them having dinner in front of an intimate fireplace, her eyes beckoning him with desire that no man could resist.
â This weekend,â she stated, pulling him from his fantasy.
âDo you ski?â
She looked at him. âWhat?â
âDo you ski?â
âNow wait just a minute.â Holding her hands out, she sat forward. âDonât even think about it.â
âItâs a simple question,â Alex noted. âJust answer it.â
Eyeing him cautiously, she shook her head. âNo. Iâve always wanted to try it,â she admitted reluctantly, âbut Iâve never learned.â Oh, no, she thought, watching his eyes widen. She wished back her words.
He took the packet from her when she held it out to him. âThen youâre in luck. Iâm an expert skier and I can teach you.â
âI donât think so.â
âWhy not?â Alex asked, already thinking about sliding down the slopes and perhaps stealing a kiss or two.
âWell, for one thing, we both have to work,â she reasoned, hoping their work schedule would be enough to discourage the sparkle in his eyes.
Alex studied the itinerary for the trip, then looked at Jennifer. âWeâd only have to miss this Friday. I think the company can live without us for a day.â
âAlexââ
âIâm the boss,â he stated, his tone firm. âAnd I say we can both take off.â
âItâs not just the time off.â
âWhat is it, then?â
She narrowed her eyes. âI just donât think itâd be right,â she insisted. âUm, you know, spending a weekend together. I wouldnât want to jeopardize our working relationship. And what would everyone else here think?â
Alex shrugged. âThey donât have to know, do they?âhe reasoned. âAnd why should it affect our working relationship? Weâve traveled together for overnight business meetings before.â
âAn intimate weekend skiing is different,â she insisted,
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