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"I just think you need to really consider the alternatives."

Chip said, licking his full lips. "You could go with the glittery-chrome, all-American muscle car." He motioned with his head toward his now perceived competition. "Or you could try something different...the unexpected choice if you will, by selecting the compact, yet much more fun and sporty convertible."

All these automobile references were really making me wish I could afford a new car. "Fun and sporty is looking pretty damn good at the moment." I took another sip, acclimating to the burn and watching Chip's smile stretch widely, showing off his boyish grin.

He stood up straight and shot me a wink. "That long hair of yours is hot as hell."

With that he moved on to the person a few seats down and took their drink order. That was where my memory began to get fuzzy. I vaguely remembered more flirting with Chip, and I'm pretty sure the all-American muscle car did at some point wind up on the bar stool next to me. I think I remembered him laughing, a deep laugh, and maybe a few barbs back and forth between him and Chip?

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your snow-related merchandising needs. I stumbled up to the desk and waited patiently in line behind two other people, finally getting some face time with the hot little red head that seemed to be in control of Winter World. She smiled at me in what felt like a forced attempt at 'customer friendly' and I was momentarily caught up in her skin. It was the creamiest powdered porcelain I'd ever seen, slightly brushed with a soft pink hue over the cheeks.

"Name please," she said, in a voice that was one octave away from seeming cartoony.

"Boone Daniels." I smiled my own version of faux-happy back at her.

"Really?"

I felt my eyes roll, though I hadn't intended on doing it.

Let's just say I knew where she was going, and it wasn't the first time this record had been played in my thirty three years on this earth.

"Sorry." She smiled, cheeks reddening up having obviously taken note of my irritation. "Guess you've probably heard plenty of Daniel Boone cracks, huh?"

I smiled to let her know I had indeed. Having glanced down to see that her name was Candy, I also felt she really had no room to cast any stones with names on them.

"Let's see." She clicked on her keyboard, and grinned. "Oh, well you're a bit late, but let me page your instructor." She quickly snatched up a phone and punched in some numbers before placing it back down on its cradle. "You have the absolute best instructor."

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"Of course I do," I mumbled, though apparently not low enough as Candy seemed to overhear me due to the changed expression on her face. Phillip would in no way scrimp when it came to my severance package. I'd have the best his money could buy.

"He doesn't really appreciate people being late, so when he mentions it, please ignore him. He's all gruff and no bite—I promise."

Great. I should just leave now. All I needed was some prick crawling up my already sore ass all afternoon as I tried in vain to stay upright. I eyed the skis thinking how frickin'

tired of lugging the stupid things around I was. I tried to adjust the skis and pole thingies in my arms.

"Is this him?" I heard from a gruff voice behind me.

"He's your two o'clock," Candy said.

"You're late."

I began rolling my eyes as I spun around, mouth falling open as I saw Super Wade standing before me with what was at first a grimace, that changed to a slight smile as he adjusted his body, standing up straight. He resembled some type of skiing superhero in his bright red ski pants and parka.

He was looking me up and down in what was unmistakably an

'I know what you look like naked' way. I immediately spun back around to face Candy, feeling my skin burn and the muscles in my ass twitch.

"Son of a..."

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"...bitch."

"Excuse me?" Candy asked as I shut my eyes wishing I could crawl out of here never to be seen or heard from again.

I listened to the low, rumble of a laugh coming from behind me. I suddenly got the distinct impression his eyes were on my ass so I spun around to face him. I shook my head at him as his gaze made its way back up to my face. My chest began to tighten and I felt distinctly dirty, as if he'd just bent me over the desk and fucked me right in front of Cotton Candy.

"Uh...er...ugh." I said, noticing too late my tongue wasn't working. I felt a panic and turned to leave, getting my feet caught up in the skis, eyes bugging out of my head as I fell to the floor with a loud thud. I let out a whimper, not from the pain shooting through my shoulder so much as the humiliation of having completely lost control over my faculties. It was like Wade sent out some type of man-EMP

pulse which short circuited my wiring.

He squatted next to me as a deep throaty laugh barreled out of him. I certainly couldn't seem to find the humor in the situation, and the view of his crotch from his spread legs was most distracting, even when covered in multiple layers.

"You alright there, sport?"

I took a deep breath, desperately hoping everything would work properly when I went to speak again. "Fine."
Eureka!!!

Okay, so it was only
one
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the undecipherable squeaky noises that had sounded eerily like a dolphin on crack only moments before.

Wade stood back up, towering over me as he bent over and began to reach out to grab me. I let out a little laugh hearing a voice in the back of my head screaming,
Run, its
Godzilla!!
I felt his over-sized paws grab the edges of my parka as he lifted me up, before setting me back onto my feet. It wasn't lost on me that Wade hadn't seemed to require much assistance on my part.

I cleared my throat as he straightened out my parka, not breaking the line of sight between us. I felt myself getting hard as he once again made me feel as though he was seconds away from yanking down my pants and...

"I guess we should get to it." Wade said, reaching down to pick up my skis.

Yes please, my evil side thought, before being whacked over the head with a sledge hammer by my inner angel.

I pulled my jacket closed, fearful the bulge in my pants was noticeable and too self conscious to draw attention to it by looking down. I wasn't positive, but I could have sworn I heard another low laugh come from Wade who was right behind me. All I could think about was finding the nearest exit and making a run for it. As if he could sense that, I felt his hand suddenly on the small of my back, guiding me through the glass doors.

We were now back out in the snow and heading toward the training area. There was another instructor working with a class of five other newbies.

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I looked to my side and smiled when I found him looking me up and down again. I wanted to tell him to cut that shit out, but something told me it would be more dangerous to let him know he had any effect on me what so ever.

"Where are the rest of your students?" I asked as he bent down to help me into the skis he'd placed on the ground at either side of my feet.

"You're it," he stated, guiding my foot into the ski. I heard a click then he moved onto the second foot. "You paid a whole lot of extra money for private lessons."

I placed a hand on his thick, firm, totally lickable shoulder for balance, hearing the second click while adding one more thing to the list of reasons I despised Phillip. I was stuck here with all of this man's attention focused on me, which in an alternate universe I'd probably be thrilled about. But in this one—the one where he looked at me like he knew me, and my body, inside and out, while I could barely remember kissing him—it made me feel off kilter. There was no balance of power. He had it all and I wanted mine back, damn it.

I smiled slightly as he stood back up and faced me. He got this sort of big-brothery type look to his face as he handed me the poles. I suddenly had flashes of grabbing his pole, and I took in a quick breath of air as he began talking about balance.
Seriously...he was actually going to try teaching me
how to ski at a time like this?
Could he be anymore rude? Like I can concentrate on anything as dangerous as skiing?

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clothing. I felt a heat come over me, remembering the way it felt having the weight of his body pressing into mine; that amazing sense of pressure, like he might crush the life out of me and the fact that I hadn't seemed to care.

"You're not listening to a word I'm saying." Wade scolded, placing a hand on his hip and snapping me out of the sex haze I was drowning in.

My cock was hard as a rock and I felt my face burn. "I can't do this." I dropped the poles and bent down trying to fiddle with the skis in an attempt to get my foot out.

"What's wrong?" Wade bent down and helped me get my foot out. He was right in my face and he had what was at first a look of irritation, then as if realizing, a pleased smirk soon followed.

I'd always thought those sexy movies like
9 1/2 Weeks
and
Body Heat
were a load of cheesy bunk. It seemed ludicrous to me that anyone would actually lose their senses, as if trapped in some sex induced coma. That loss of control and the power to simply walk away, gone—taken away from you.

"Well that's not gonna be me mister!" I yelled as I pointed at Wade.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Wade asked, getting my second foot free.

We both stood up and I was freaking because I hadn't meant to scream that out loud. I started to march off back toward the ski shack. I felt completely humiliated and the sense I had to flee was almost as intoxicating as Wade.

"Is this because I fucked you last night?"

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I came to a stop, my back turned to him, and I felt all the muscles in my shoulders tense. I plastered a smile on my face as I turned to face him. "No!"
Okay, calm down Tammy
Tragic. Let's use our inside voice despite being outdoors.
A huge, smart-ass, 'I now see how bad you want me' grin spread over his face. The sight of which made me livid. "Wipe that nasty grin off your face," I snapped.

He laughed and took several steps closer, causing me to take one step back. It unnerved me to have to look up at him. At just over six feet I wasn't used to having to do that, but Wade was a good six to eight inches taller than I was.

"Kinda feisty, aren't you?" He sighed and winked at me. "I do like feisty."

He laughed again. I suppose I wasn't hiding my irritation with him very well. The way he looked me over made me feel like some toy he was suddenly ready to play with.

"I guess you'd know, wouldn't you?"

He took another step closer. "I wouldn't exactly say no to a second go around."

"Well that's big of you." Not exactly the kind of reaction that did much for
my
ego. "Glad to know I rocked your world.

I'm sorry it was such an awful experience."

"Oh now, no need to apologize." Wade placed a hand on my shoulder, making me feel as though I was pinned to the ground. "It wasn't the best sex I've ever had, but I wouldn't call it awful."

"Unbelievable!" Could this
be
any more humiliating? I shrugged his hand off my shoulder. "I can't understand why you bothered wasting your time."

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"You couldn't seem to keep your hands off my dick for starters," Wade said with a snarky grin. "And even though you were pretty drunk and it was, at times, a bit like fucking a wet noodle—I was most impressed by your eagerness."

And there we are...it could indeed
actually
be more humiliating. "Let me fall to the ground and give my thanks now."

"If you think it's necessary?"

"You're a complete ass!"

"It's not like I wasn't into it." He reached over and poked me with a gloved finger in the chest. "Sometimes merely getting off is enough."

I slapped his hand away from me. "Thank God I was there to provide a nice warm hole for you." I began to storm off, angrier than I could ever remember being in my entire life.

He was the most insipid, revolting excuse of a human being I'd ever met.

"Don't forget tight," Wade called out.

I cringed, stopping as if frozen to that spot. No. He. Didn't!

I spun around to face him. "Excuse me?"

"Nice
tight
, warm hole for me."

It was obvious he was beyond amused by the whole situation as he tried not to burst out into laughter. I slowly turned, walking away, realizing that despite wanting to strangle the life out of him, without something like Roofies to knock him on his ass first, I'd have no chance at success.

"We haven't finished your lesson!" he called out, laughing harder as I flipped him off before disappearing around the corner of the ski shack.

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"I think I've learned enough for one day."

The tram rounded the corner, and I tapped my foot and crossed my arms, waiting impatiently for it to come to a stop.

As I climbed up and took a seat I was so angry I literally couldn't see straight. The tram pulled away, and started the slow turn before finally heading back down the hill toward the lodge. My vision was blurred and I felt the moisture running down my sides. I was sweating up a storm, my body felt on fire. I glanced down and released the tension from my fingers which were clenched into fists.