by Trina M. Lee
Stay Beautiful
Trina M. Lee
Stranded by a snowstorm, two travelers discover one night of passion can forge a bond that challenges time and distance. Jonah is on the prowl for someone to pass the time with in bed when he meets Violet, a raven-haired beauty in need of assistance. She’s just what he desires to stay warm on a cold night. Feeling daring and adventurous, Violet decides being stranded with sexy Jonah may not be such a bad way to ride out the storm.
When a brief love affair becomes something bigger, Jonah and Violet are forced to make a choice. Do they fight for what might be, regardless of the fact they live in different countries? Or do they walk away and keep the memory of one beautiful night?
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Stay Beautiful
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Electronic book publication April 2011
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Chapter One
The snow just kept coming down. Large, fluffy flakes descended from the sky in a thick, white mass. It would have been beautiful if it hadn’t been so deadly. It was far too easy to take nature for granted, to underestimate its power. All it took was one badass storm to make everyone stop and acknowledge that they really weren’t in control after all.
It was bad enough the airport was shut down. Planes were temporarily grounded because of the weather and nobody was going anywhere. Hotels all over town were filling up and fast. Jonah watched another load of people file into the foyer. He sure as hell was grateful to have gotten a room already. There was no telling how long travelers would be stranded. Being stranded in a hotel sure beat being one of those poor suckers stuck at the airport.
A TV mounted in the corner near the receptionist’s desk played silent images of the storm on the news. The camera panned over those waiting impatiently in the airport. Jonah was just as irritated as the next person about the storm but since there was nothing anyone could do about it, he figured he’d make the best of it. A drink in the bar was a great way to get started with that.
Despite the bitch-slap from winter taking place outside, the hotel was still running like usual. The booze was flowing and the music was loud. A live band worked to keep the guests entertained though it was unlikely anyone would forget they were at the mercy of the weather gods. Jonah squeezed his way through the packed lounge, seeking a place to sit. No such luck. He ordered a double shot of rye and settled for leaning on the end of the bar.
He could sense the unrest among fellow patrons. People were frustrated and some even downright emotional. It would come as no surprise if things got chaotic before the night was through. Being stuck in the city alone was a bit of a bummer. Jonah scanned the busy hotel bar, taking note of the female clientele. Most of them appeared to be already occupied. What were the odds he’d find a woman here alone? It was more likely that he’d be spending the night with a liquor bottle and overpriced hotel food, watching bad sitcoms in his room.
It was early yet, barely dinnertime. Still time to find a lady to share his bed. The hot hostess in the lobby had given him a look. Maybe he should ask what time she was off.
After finishing his drink, Jonah sauntered out of the bar to the adjoining restaurant. As long as he was there, he might as well order dinner before the supper rush hit. The restaurant was comfortably occupied. It wasn’t yet busy but there were enough patrons to create a nice lull of voices.
He gave the restaurant interior a glance as he strode toward an empty table near the window. He likely wouldn’t have looked twice at the couple seated at a table ahead if the woman hadn’t stood up right in front of him. It was instinctive to sidestep her, which would have worked if she hadn’t thrown herself into his arms. Stunned and confused, Jonah came to an abrupt stop.
“Hey, baby, it’s about time you came down from the room. I’ve been waiting.” The kiss she laid on him then was adrenaline inducing. Jonah didn’t know what hit him. When she pulled back there was something unsettled in her deep, brown eyes. She was pleading with him.
His gaze strayed past her to the man seated at her table. It was easy enough to put the situation together. She was asking Jonah to save her. That was a request he’d never turn down.
“Sorry to keep you waiting so long, sweetheart. I promise to make it up to you.” Taking advantage of the moment, Jonah kissed her back with an intensity he hoped would leave her speechless.
Turning his attention to the guy at the table, Jonah was about to introduce himself when the guy all but scrambled to his feet. Making a series of apologies and excuses, he backed away, hands held up in surrender.
“Was that guy bothering you?”
“Thank you so much for not blowing that on me. He saw me sitting alone and he just wouldn’t take no for an answer, so when I saw you coming…” With a shy smile, she tucked a lock of black hair behind her ear and shrugged. “Anyway, I really appreciate you playing along. I’m sorry I threw myself at you like that.”
A blush tinged her cheeks pink and Jonah smiled. “Don’t be. I don’t mind at all.”
“Well, thanks again.” They stared at one another awkwardly for a moment. She suddenly thrust her hand out, offering it to him. “I’m Violet.”
Her hand was warm in his, smaller and soft. “Jonah.” He glanced pointedly at her table. “Do you mind if I join you? I mean, if I’m not being too forward.”
Violet appeared to be momentarily flustered but then she smiled and her whole face lit up. “No, I don’t mind. I’d love it if you joined me. As long as you’re not some kind of weirdo.”
Her laughter was melodic. It made him smile. “I guess you can be the judge of that.”
A waiter approached and Jonah ordered a bottle of white wine. After hearing the specials, he ordered the steak while Violet opted for a vegetarian pizza. Interesting.
He couldn’t help but sneak peeks at her. He didn’t want to stare outright but she was striking and he wanted to take a moment to enjoy looking at her. Those dark eyes were hypnotizing, drawing him in. The shy smile she beamed his way was adorable.
“So what is it that brings you to Toronto during such fantastic weather? Business?” Jonah poured her a glass of wine
despite her protests.
Having been won over, Violet accepted the glass he handed her. “A wedding. My sister’s. Of course the loving couple jumped on a flight to Hawaii a day before the storm hit. I made the mistake of staying an extra few days to visit with old friends and family. How about you?”
“Business. I’m here from the U.S. actually. I was supposed to fly out this morning but as you can see, that didn’t happen.”
“Last I heard, they were hoping to have the airport open tomorrow if the snow stops soon. If not, who knows how long we’ll be here.” Violet grimaced, her gaze going to the window and the falling snow beyond. “If this keeps up, it won’t be long until people start losing their minds.”
“We could place bets on who snaps first. Maybe that guy over there.” With a wink, Jonah gestured to an older man sitting alone wearing an angry frown.
“You don’t seem to mind it, being trapped here. Doesn’t it make you feel helpless?”
“Sure it does. But since there’s not a damn thing I can do about it, I figure why not make the best of it?” He raised a brow and grinned. “This could be a disaster but it could also be an adventure. It’s all in your approach.”
She seemed to consider that, studying him as she sipped her wine. “I suppose you have a point. It doesn’t have to be all bad. At least we’re here and not pacing the floors at the airport.”
“I’ll drink to that.” Jonah topped up their glasses before clinking his against hers.
The conversation flowed almost as smoothly as the wine. By the time they’d finished the bottle and moved on to dessert a growing sense of ease and comfort had developed. The restaurant had quickly filled up, surrounding them with laughter and chatter.
Jonah watched Violet slip a spoonful of chocolate mousse into her mouth. It was the simplest action but it was sexy. His gaze lingered, waiting for her to lick the stray smear from her lower lip. He looked up to find her watching him knowingly. A grin spread across his face. Busted. At least she hadn’t caught him checking out her breasts, which he’d already done numerous times.
“So, what do you do?” Jonah took a bite of his apple pie though his interest lay elsewhere.
Slipping another spoonful of dessert into her mouth, Violet held his gaze. Amusement sparkled in her eyes. “I work in marketing for a local radio station back home. Nothing too glamorous but it pays the bills. I do get to meet a lot of interesting people. So it’s cool.”
“Sounds very cool. Better than being just another corporate slave.”
“You don’t like your job? Then why do it?” She shrugged as if it was really that simple. “What would you rather be doing?”
Jonah hadn’t thought about it in a long time. Work had come to take precedence in his life over hobby and passion. “Actually, I used to draw a little. Mostly pencil sketches, some paintings. I don’t get to do it much anymore.”
“So you’re an artist masquerading as a businessman. Interesting. Sounds a little tragic.” Violet sipped from her wineglass, pushing her dessert dish away.
Tragic. He hadn’t really thought of it like that. Drawing had been therapeutic for him. He did miss it. It shouldn’t be so hard to make time to pick up a pencil once in a while.
“Don’t tell me you’re going back to your room now. It’s still early. Come with me to the bar for a drink?” He had nothing to lose by asking. There was something about Violet he couldn’t quite put his finger on. He liked her and wasn’t ready for their interaction to end, regardless of whether or not she would sleep with him.
She made a face and sighed. “Going back to my room is the last thing I want to do. I got sucked into sharing a room with two older ladies who don’t speak a word of English. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind sharing considering the circumstances. But it’s been pretty awkward to say the least.”
“So I’ll take that as a yes.”
Jonah covered the bill and tip despite her insistence she could pay her share. He had to laugh at her feisty protests. Still, he waved them away with the promise that she could buy the first round of drinks in the bar.
Every hotel patron who wasn’t in the restaurant seemed to be crammed into the lounge attempting to lose themselves in liquor. What else was there to do? Well…Jonah could think of one thing.
He was intrigued when she ordered a whiskey on the rocks. He was impressed when she tossed it back and slammed the glass on the bar, waiting for another. With a critical expression, Violet surveyed the crowded room.
“This sure isn’t where I’d planned to be tonight but I guess it’s really not so bad.”
A small group had formed a dance area by pushing tables aside. Taking Violet by the hand, Jonah pulled her over to join them. It was a great opportunity to get a little closer.
“Oh no, I don’t dance.” Shaking her head, she tried to pull away.
“One song. That’s all I ask.” Jonah did his best to charm her, turning on the puppy-dog eyes he’d been famous for since childhood. “Unless you’d rather go for a swim. I bet the pool is open.”
“Since I didn’t bring pool attire, I’m going to have to pass on that one.” Pushing her hand through her shoulder-length layers, she tilted her head to the side and appeared thoughtful. “Fine. One song. And that’s it. Dancing is not my friend.”
She was right about that. Before they’d even started she was stepping on his feet. He couldn’t help but laugh. She slapped him playfully and he pulled her into his arms before she could change her mind. Jonah breathed deeply of her scent. It was refreshing and alluring. Like flowers with a hint of vanilla. It made him long to brush his lips across her warm flesh, to breathe her heady scent as he touched her.
Violet was stiff in his embrace at first. As they laughed and made light of the whole situation, she began to relax.
“I told you I can’t dance. I make a much better spectator.”
“What are you talking about? You’re doing great.” He feigned a pained expression when she stepped on his foot again. “See, fantastic.”
Her cheeks reddened and she stopped. “Okay, you had your one dance. That’s enough.”
“What? But the song isn’t over.”
“Close enough.”
Jonah didn’t give her a chance to pull away. He kissed her, a chaste but intense kiss. It left her momentarily flustered. She gazed up at him with a smile. Just when he expected her to deliver a brush-off line, she slipped her arms around his neck and kissed him back.
There was a timid quality to her that Jonah found enticing. She was delicious. The touch of her tongue was soft and sensual. He had to have her.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this.” Violet’s lips moved against his. “I don’t usually hook up with strange guys in hotels.”
“First time for everything. I promise not to judge if you don’t.” Holding her close, Jonah boldly pressed his growing erection against her. “Besides, you know what they say about staying warm in a snowstorm. Nothing like body heat to keep the chill away.”
“Is that an invitation?” With a brow raised and a playful smile, Violet stroked a hand through his hair.
“Most definitely. I didn’t get stuck sharing my room. It’s all ours.”
He could see her thinking it over. There was no doubt in his mind that she spoke the truth. She didn’t usually do this kind of thing. It was evident in the innocent way she gazed up at him. There was longing in her eyes and also awareness. No, this wasn’t the norm for her but Violet had some bad girl inside. He could see it.
A one-night stand was a brief affair that some gave little thought to while others refused to take it lightly. One night could change a person. It could create a memory worth forgetting or one worth clinging to for life. Jonah waited for Violet to decide where she stood.
“I’ll accept your invitation. If you accept the challenge of making me hot enough to forget there’s a blizzard outside.”
That was a challenge Jonah was happy to accept. The stiffening member between his legs grew
harder. “Consider it done.”
Chapter Two
A fireplace! Violet was so damn glad to see that. Her room hadn’t had one. Jonah’s room was small and simple, not so different from hers other than the addition of the fireplace and the lack of a second bed. She’d expected to be nervous. This wasn’t at all like her. Surprisingly, she was feeling daring. Besides, nobody would ever know but the two of them. What she did here would stay here.
She caught a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror across from the bed. The secretive smile curving her lips caused her to do a double take. It felt nice to shake off the good girl and let her inner bad girl out. She didn’t do it often.
Accepting the glass of champagne Jonah held out to her, she watched him move about the room. He was tall and with that shock of dark hair and those golden brown eyes, he was more than a little attractive. Even though he was dressed in casual attire, jeans and a t-shirt, she’d sensed he was a mature professional. Or at least that’s what she told herself. Why else would she have so impulsively thrown herself into his arms to escape another man?
“Leave them open.” She stopped him before he could close the blinds. It was dark outside now. The snow continued to fall against the backdrop of night, illuminated in the glow of the street lights. “I like it. The way the snow looks. It’s beautiful.”
Abandoning the blinds, Jonah turned the TV on for a quick news update on the weather. “You are beautiful, Violet.”
“Oh please, stop. You already got me up here. You don’t need to sweet talk me.”
“But what if I want to? I wouldn’t say it if it wasn’t true.”
A protest formed on her lips but she held it back. If he wanted to spend the night whispering sweet nothings, who was she to stop him? Hell, she was going to enjoy it.
