"Thank you," she mumbled and took it before hopping off with me. "My dad's an asshole and quite the man whore himself."
Is she still referring to me as a man whore?
"Finn! Oh my goodness. It's my lucky day." A pretty brunette moved toward me as we got off the lift. She glanced toward Chloe and smirked in a less than kind fashion.
"Hey, girl. How are you?" I smiled and returned the awkward hug. I mouthed, “I don't know her” to Chloe as she rolled her eyes and turned, moving toward the narrow passage we used to get to the back of the mountain.
"Oh my gosh. I've missed you so much!" The nameless girl puffed out her bottom lip. "Why didn't you call me? You said you would."
"I was going to, but my damn phone ended up in the washing machine." I glanced up to see Chloe gone and knew I had a only few minutes to catch up with her.
Any chances of snuggling up to her were lost, no doubt. Knowing that her father used woman like I did made it apparent that she wasn't calling me out by mistake, but because she knew how to spot us.
My heart ached at the thought of not having a chance with her, and I carefully unwound myself from the girl in front of me and smiled down at her.
"Nice to see you again. Stay in touch." I moved toward the opening Chloe had disappeared into.
"How, Finn? I don't have your number."
I called out some random digits and sucked in, forcing my legs to move faster. She'd be half way down the hill by now, and she was.
I let out a long sigh and cupped my hands around my mouth. "Chloe, wait for me at the bottom and I'll explain."
She stopped expertly and turned to face me, skiing backwards as she lifted her hands to her mouth. "Not a chance, handsome, and call me baby. Seems a popular go-to for guys like you. Thanks for the lesson."
"Son of a bitch." I shook my head and let out a chuckle. The little tart knew how to ski all along. Was she just playing with me? Somehow I didn't mind one bit. Now to figure out who she was and how to find her.
Chapter 7
Chloe
Unbelievable.
I finished the run and moved toward the lodge as fast as I could, not wanting Finn to catch up to me. He was a player and a half, and while I didn't want to be interested in him, I was.
It was as if fate pulled together every descriptor I'd given Jessie in the car for my perfect boyfriend and created this sexy hunk who looked like sin, was good to the town’s people, and knew how to take care of a woman in the sheets. Contrary to popular belief, I didn't date anyone who wasn't classified as a man whore. Bad sex was the hardest thing to get over in a relationship. Jessie called me shallow on more than one occasion over it – until it happened to her. Then she saw the light.
Finn. What an interesting name.
The man was sexy as hell, incredibly sweet, and funny to boot. His sense of fashion might not be spot on, but did I really want a man correcting my drawings and trying to butt into my designs? No.
His dark brown hair and warm chestnut eyes were my favorite combination. The almond color of his skin combined with the small spray of freckles across his nose left me wanting to pant. he had strong shoulders and chest muscles, which I accidentally got to feel when he tugged me back toward him.
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nbsp; "And, his cologne. Fuck me, his smell." I groaned and moved into the ski lodge as an elderly couple gave me a look due to my choice of words, no doubt. "I'm sorry."
I walked to the ski rental and turned my gear in, grabbed my keys, and walked quickly to the parking lot. My father had several vehicles available for me to choose from, but the Jeep Grand Cherokee was the winner every time. It was spacious and luxurious, but left me feeling safe.
The drive home was a bit tumultuous, but I made it without much more than my nerves being on edge.
"You guys home?" I called out as I walked into the house.
"I'm in my room. You have fun?" Parker walked out of his bedroom, still in his pjs and a t-shirt.
"Yeah, actually I did." I shrugged and put my stuff on the counter. "I forgot that I actually enjoyed skiing."
"See? I told you there was things about this place to love."