The Perfect Holiday: A Bad Boy New Year Romance

by Mia Ford

  “May I sit down?”

  “Sure,” I said, looking and smiling.

  “You are Bea, from my class, right?”

  “Yeah,” I replied, swallowing a drink of my coffee. “It was a really great class. I think I might pick up skiing when I get back home.”

  “Well, you seem like a complete natural,” he replied with a smile. “I am glad I could give you the confidence to actually get on the slopes. I’ve been skiing for a very long time, and I couldn’t imagine my life without being able to escape to the snow.”

  “So, you have been instructing for a long time?”

  “Since I was about nineteen, back at home in Vermont,” he said. “I started skiing when I was a little kid and just really caught the bug for it. I competed, I trained, and then I realized how much I loved it when there wasn’t any pressure on me to be the best. So, I quit competitions and started teaching. My buddy Glen and I created our freelance company, so we pretty much get to ski almost every week of the year.”

  “That’s awesome,” I replied. “I stay at home all the time in my home office. I wish I had chosen to travel more. I mean, with my job, I can do it anywhere in the world that has internet. For some reason, though, I decided to settle down in my own home town.”

  “Well, I am sure you are amazing at your craft,” he said. “There is nothing wrong with settling down. I’m sure the Mister is happy to have you home.”

  “Oh.” I laughed. “There is no Mister. just me.”

  “I see,” he said, smiling.

  “How about you?”

  “No.” He chuckled. “It’s just me and my skis, and Glen, of course, but he’s my best friend, so I don’t mind having him with me.”

  “Hailey has been my best friend for many years,” I said. “She is the whole reason that I am here for the Christmas holiday.”

  “Nice, you took a girls’ trip,” he replied.

  “Kind of,” I said. “My boyfriend of three years and I broke up, and she thought I needed a vacation.”

  “I’m sorry to hear that,” he said kindly.

  “It was for the best, trust me,” I said, laughing awkwardly. “We were not really meant for each other, and he was a big douche bag.”

  “No one likes a douche bag.” He laughed.

  Cameron was really sweet, and I couldn’t help but notice that he actually paid attention to me when I was talking. He actually acted like he was interested in what I was saying, and that, in itself, was a completely new experience for me. Not to mention the fact that he was incredibly handsome, which made it a lot easier to sit there and stare into his gorgeous eyes. We continued to talk until it was dark outside.

  “Well, I think I’m going to head upstairs and get changed so Hailey and I can lounge around and feast on room service,” I said, smiling.

  “May I walk you upstairs to your room?”

  “That would be nice, thank you,” I said, handing my mug to the bartender and grabbing my coat off the back of the chair.

  Hailey had already gone upstairs, and the bar was starting to fill up, so I figured it was the perfect time to make my exit for the evening. We walked slowly across the marble floor and over to the elevators, talking about the time he spent in Denali teaching safety to the adventurous skiers out there. I thought about the bunny slope I had just been down and couldn’t even start to imagine just randomly skiing down something like that. However, the thought of seeing such an amazing place made me a little jealous.

  “I would love to travel,” I said. “Alaska has always been on my list.”

  “It truly is one of the most beautiful places I have ever been,” he said as we climbed into the elevator.

  “Floor five,” I said, watching as he leaned over and pressed the button, the muscles in his arm tensing and then releasing.

  “There was part of the trip where they took us ice fishing, and I actually saw a moose and a bear,” he said. “It was like being inside of a National Geographic film. I’d love to go back there sometime just as a tourist so I can really see the land.”

  We got off the elevator and walked down the hall to my room. I stopped and turned toward him, smiling. I reached up and kissed him gently on the cheek and reached for the door handle.

  “I had a really nice time,” I said. “Thank you for teaching me how to ski and then keeping me company.”

  “Do you think that I could get your number?” he asked, with a strangely shy tone to his voice. “I mean, I’d love to take you to dinner while you are in town.”

  “Well, I think that we should leave it up to fate,” I said with a smile. “When we run into each other again, we will know that is the perfect time to go out.”

  With that, I walked into my room and shut the door, standing there with my head pressed against the wood and butterflies lighting up my chest. Wow. Just wow.

  Chapter 11

  Cameron

  I stood there and watched as this captivating woman closed the door. While I would have loved to go inside and continue forward with our conversation and obviously more, I was okay with the fact that she was making this a little harder than most girls that I met. There was something about her that made me want to try harder. There was an innocence about her eyes that made me know that she was guarded, having been burned by this ex-boyfriend. Though I knew this was not about being long-term, I wasn’t against drawing this out past one date, and that was something completely new for me.

  I stood there by her door for a little while, my body leaning against the wall and my eyes blankly staring down the hall. I was replaying every way that her lips moved as she talked about her life back home and her dreams for the future. She was incredibly intelligent, I could tell, but she didn’t rub it in people’s faces at all.

  After about ten minutes, I decided that I should probably head back down. Not only was it slightly creepy that I was still standing there, but I knew that Glen would be waiting for me with some choice words on how I just dipped out on him and left him to clean up alone from the class. Hopefully, when I told him about how I was feeling, he would cut me some slack, playing on his whole “happily ever after” mentality. There wasn’t a girl I considered my happily ever after, but Bea had definitely caught my attention in a way that I had never experienced before. I had been traveling a long time and had met a lot of different girls, but there was something different about this one, something that I couldn’t quite put my finger on.

  I turned and walked back toward the elevators, jumping onto one that a couple had just exited. The doors shut slowly, and I leaned up against the wall, crossing my arms in front of me and letting the smile that had been simmering below the surface finally come out in the open. When the doors opened, I got out and walked over to the bar where Glen was sitting, waiting for me to come back. He had actually walked in before I left, but he had sat down, seeing me talking to Bea, giving me a chance to talk to the girl I had been obsessing over for two days.

  “Thanks for leaving me completely alone at the top of the mountain to put everything away,” he said, sipping his beer. “Was it worth it? I mean, I saw you talking to the girl.”

  “Dude,” I said, letting out a deep breath, “It was more than worth it, no offense. There is something crazy special about that girl. She is a hell lot sexy, totally into me, but she is like a normal human being. She has dreams, aspirations, can hold a conversation, knows where Alaska is.”

  “Wow,” Glen said, laughing. “That is way above the curve for ski resorts.”

  “I know, right?”

  “So, did you bang her?” he asked. “I mean, if you did, it must have been like the best ever because you were up there for like fifteen minutes at the most.”

  “No, I did not bang her,” I said, laughing. “What are you like fifteen? We had a really good conversation, talked about like everything we could in that little span of time, and then I left her at her door.”

  “You mean she turned you down,” he said, smiling.

  “Yeah,” I
replied chuckling. “But I was strangely okay with it. She thinks that if fate wants us to go back out, we will run into each other again.”

  “How do you feel about that?”

  “I feel like maybe it’s time that I started to manipulate fate a little bit,” I said, laughing. “I mean, I can’t just meet this girl and then leave it up to chance. It just can’t happen.”

  I sat there looking around the room at all the women that were coming into the bar. There were some hot ones, but every time I started to check one out, Bea would pop into my mind. Her fair skin, striking eyes, and perfect body were giving me chills down my spine. All I wanted to do was go knock on her door with champagne and strawberries, but I knew that she wouldn’t appreciate it. This girl was different than any other girl I had ever met. She was more down to earth and appreciated something like getting to learn how to ski. I had never felt appreciated before, except by the women I pleasured late at night in the resorts I stayed in. This was a completely different kind of feeling. She actually listened to what I was saying when I was talking, and she could tell that I was doing the same thing. That, in itself, was a huge deal since I was usually zoned out half way, just waiting for the moment where the woman would invite me back to her place.

  No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get her off my mind. I could see Glen watching me struggle, his eyebrows furrowed together. It was like the wires weren’t connecting in my brain, and I was having a very difficult time being the carefree guy I usually was. There had never been a girl that had caught my attention to the point where I was no longer able to just let it go when I got turned down. Normally, I would just brush it off, figuring there were plenty more where she came from, but not with Bea. This was something completely different. I was so lost in my thoughts, I didn’t even realize a tall, hot brunette had walked up to us. I shook my head as Glen elbowed me.

  “Huh?”

  “I said, ‘hi, I’m Sylvia.’” She giggled. “I was wondering if you wanted to come over and sit with us, or I could buy you a drink, and we could talk.”

  “I, uh, I have a drink,” I said, sounding completely idiotic. “I mean, thank you, Cynthia.”

  “Sylvia,” Glen said, clearing his throat.

  “I mean Sylvia,” I corrected myself. “Thank you, but I am going to just spend the evening with my best friend tonight.”

  “All right,” she said, slightly snobbish.

  She turned and walked away, going back to her friends and whispering. They all looked over at me with nasty looks, and I turned back to the bar, not giving two shits whatsoever. I had never turned down a girl like that before, especially not one as hot as her, but my head was somewhere on the fifth floor, floating around the suite with Bea. How was I supposed to hit on someone else when I couldn’t even keep my mind on them for more than thirty seconds? This chick had really gotten into my head.

  I looked up at the bartender and nodded, signaling for another beer. When he came back, I ordered two shots of whiskey and passed one to Glen. He raised an eyebrow at me and picked up the shot, throwing it back and slamming it down on the bar at the same time as me. I breathed deeply, feeling the warm liquid flow down my throat and into my chest. I needed to calm the hell down. That was what I needed to do.

  “So, what’s going on?” Glen asked.

  “What do you mean?”

  “You just turned down a hot girl and then pounded down whiskey like you were soothing the pain.” He chuckled. “Are you okay?”

  “Yeah,” I sighed. “I just don’t feel like dealing with women tonight. My head is swimming, and my mind is way too busy for me to be attentive enough to score with some girl. I’d rather just relax and then go up and get a good night’s sleep before we have to start all over again tomorrow, but with a ton of classes.”

  “Oh, because for a second there, I thought maybe this Bea chick had turned you off to all the others,” he said with a smirk.

  “Don’t be crazy,” I said, shaking my head. “I just need a break. That’s all. I mean, my manhood is going to be exhausted if I keep this up, and that isn’t going to bode well for me if I actually do land Bea.”

  Glen looked over and shook his head, smiling as if he knew something I didn’t. I rolled my eyes and went back to watching Sport’s Center on the muted television. When I was done with my beer, I paid the tab and stretched high in my chair. If I was going to sit around and watch television, I might as well do it in my room with sound and a fire.

  “All right,” I said, yawning. “I’m going to call it a night.”

  “Bro, it’s like eight,” he said, laughing.

  “I know, I’m just not feeling it,” I said, standing up. “I’ll see you on the hill in the morning.”

  “All right,” he said. “Try not to think about your new girlfriend too much. It makes you grumpy.”

  “Try to get laid, you might actually get back in touch with reality,” I snapped back, smiling as I walked away.

  I took the elevator up to my floor, staring at the fifth-floor button. All I would have to do is press it, and I could show up at her room with a cheesy smile. I shook my head, practicing restraint, and got out on my floor and made my way to my room. Inside, the fire had been started by the maid, and I changed my clothes, putting on flannel pajama bottoms and a white t-shirt. I sat down in the chair and flipped on the television, going from station to station, trying to find something other than Christmas movies to bide my time. I settled on the Hunger Games, but only made it halfway through before I started to yawn.

  I turned off the television and the lights and climbed into my bed, pulling the covers up to my chin and turning over on my back. I stared up at the ceiling, watching the shadows of the flames dance across the ceiling of my bedroom. There was no denying it. My mind was hellbent on staying completely focused on Bea. She was so beautiful and so sexy that I couldn’t help but want her. This want, however, was different than the others. It was like it went beyond physical attraction, and I found myself thinking about just sitting around talking to her and finding out more and more about her.

  This was so stupid. I couldn’t go and get attached to some girl at the resort when we were both headed in different directions after the new year. I was going to upstate New York, and she was going back to her home somewhere in Colorado, making anything more than just a few hot nights almost entirely impossible. But there was no denying it. I wasn’t going to be able to stay there, knowing she was so close, and not see her again. I needed to come up with a way to “run into her” without her knowing that it was completely planned. I wanted her to think that it was fate bringing us together, even though I didn’t believe in fate.

  I sat there for most of the night thinking about Bea, formulating a plan to get close to her once again.

  Chapter 12

  Bea

  After gorging ourselves on room service, including an excess of desserts, we polished off another bottle of wine, and I wandered back to my bedroom, passing out face down in the bed. The only thing I remembered from falling asleep was wrapping the huge, down comforter around my body and sighing as sleep took me. It was not without dreams, though.

  I opened my eyes to find myself standing in an embankment of snow, wearing nothing more than a flowing, white silk gown. My feet were bare, and the wind blew my hair around me wildly, but I didn’t feel a bit of the cold. I stepped forward, looking through the swirling snow and out over the edge. I gasped, realizing I was at the top of Mount Denali, looking out over the beautiful landscape of Alaska. Above me, the night sky was alive, moving and glimmering from the colorful waves of the Aurora Borealis. I couldn’t believe how beautiful everything was, and I reached out, touching a fluttering cloud as it passed by the mountain top. I took in a deep breath and turned back to where I came from, wondering what I was doing all alone on top of this mountain. It was the same feeling I often had standing in my living room back in Colorado, looking out at the world from behind my windows, feeling completely alone.

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sp; Suddenly, from the corner of my eye, I saw movement, and I jumped back, peering into the drifting snow. Slowly, someone began to walk forward, and my heart raced, not knowing where to go or where to hide. From the swirling snow drifts came Cameron, walking forward in nothing more than his snow pants, the suspenders swinging at his sides. His upper body was bare, and his muscles rippled in the wind. I stood and watched as he made his way toward me, stopping just inches away and reaching out, grabbing my shoulders. He pulled me into him, leaning down and pressing his mouth against mine with a lust more intense than I had never known before. I whimpered in his arms as the wind blew wildly around us.

  When Cameron pulled away, his eyes pulsated like the lights in the sky, and he reached down and scooped me into his arms, cradling me tightly and staring deeply into my eyes. He turned and walked back toward where he came. As the snow cleared, I could see a large, four-poster bed with the same down comforter that I had curled my body in when I went to sleep. Carefully, he walked through the snow, gently laying me down on the bed and running his fingers up to the ties that held my dress on my shoulders. He untied each one and walked around to my feet, pulling on my dress and watching as the silky satin moved down my body, leaving me lying naked on the bed.