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Back The Chalet Save as PDF
Chapters (75)
  1. Cover
  2. Praise for The Chalet
  3. Dedication
  4. PART ONE
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  26. PART TWO
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  35. PART THREE
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  70. Epilogue
  71. Acknowledgements
  72. Keep Reading …
  73. Prologue
  74. About the Author
  75. About the Publisher

‘Not if I can help it.’ He covers his groin with a cushion and presses himself against my hand. ‘I can think of other things I’d rather do.’

I look him in the eyes, unzip him, and place my hand around his straining cock. ‘Me too,’ I whisper. ‘I’ll have to see if I can get away.’

With my other hand, I pass him my phone. ‘Put your number in and I’ll text you. Hugo’s planning to go skiing and sucking up to Simon, so we might be able to … go for coffee or something.’

I move my hand and see him struggle to concentrate as he puts his number in my phone. ‘OK,’ he gasps. ‘There you go. I’ll look forward to coffee. Or something. I think you’d better stop now or …’

I give him a gentle squeeze and he groans softly as I withdraw my hand.

‘I’ll look forward to seeing you tomorrow. For coffee. Or something. I’d best get to bed.’

I stumble up the stairs and open the door as quietly as I can, not wanting to wake Hugo; he’s sure to be cross with me for drinking too much. Matt has left me feeling all horny, but I’m drunk and tired and can do without Hugo slobbering all over me – I’m not that horny.

I can see the light is on as I push the door open. Hugo is sitting on the bed with his back to me, staring out at the snow, which is now coming down so hard it looks like diagonal white lines. ‘Hugo? You OK?’ I ask, trying to make my words sound clear because I can’t be bothered with him telling me off for being pissed and not playing the part of the corporate wife well enough. Again. ‘I know I drank too much but honestly, listening to those twats banging on, I need something to get me through, and I’m really one hundred per cent sure Cameron will want to work with you – and that’s why we’re here after all. Simon will invest too, so it will all be …’

He stands up slowly and turns to face me. I stop talking. I’ve never seen him look so angry. ‘It’s not that,’ he hisses. ‘Though you did drink too much. Again. It’s this.’ He throws something down on the bed.

The room is spinning and I narrow my eyes to focus on the small object resting on the fur throw on the bed.

It’s a packet of contraceptive pills. My packet of pills.

Oh shit.