Bundle of Joy

She points her ski pole down the hill at several of Charlie’s friends, who are all engaging in a variety of uninspiring activities, including lying around looking pooped out, having snowball fights, bawling their eyes out, or making snow angels. Only some of his good friends with whom we regularly ski are lined up and ready for the ski lift to take them back up to the hill that diverges to either blue or green trails.

“Sure, let’s do that cake now,” I tell her, which causes Charlie to ski quickly down the hill, yelling, “Cake time! Cake time!” to his friends along the way.

“I was just kidding about you not being very nice,” she says, as we catch up to him together. “I don’t have any kids myself, but I instruct enough of them here at the resort to know that it must be hard to not lose your cool sometimes.”

“You think I lost my cool?” I kid. “Did you not see Charlie?”

“Good point,” she says with a grin. “I can only hope he’s having a good birthday party, despite his outburst.”

“He is,” I reassure her. “And I really appreciate you teaching the ones who don’t know how to ski. I don’t think I could handle all these kids by myself, otherwise.”

“It’s no problem,” she says. “It’s my job. And besides, Charlie’s cute.”

“You think so?” I ask, raising my eyebrows at her and wishing I could add, “You mean, like his dad?”

But I don’t. It would be inappropriate to flirt with her, even if she does seem to be daring me to. Not only is she currently on the clock, but she’s also helping me with my son’s birthday party. Not to mention that she’s probably half my age.

I can’t help it if I think she looks hot, though, I tell myself, staring at her cute ass as she approaches the kids and announces, “Children, please remove your skis and line them up in the ski racks right there. We’ll be going to the party area of the Happy Trails Restaurant, for Charlie’s cake, and other refreshments.”

“Will there be chocolate or vanilla cake?” one of the kids cries out.

I have no clue, and it doesn’t look like Catharine does either, but he and another friend soon start fighting about which flavor is better.

“I’m allergic to peanuts,” another child randomly calls out. “My mommy will be really mad if I eat one. I could choke and die!”

Catharine and I exchange glances and she mouths, “Holy smokes!”

I knew that today was going to be a bit challenging, but I’m sure she’s a lot more used to all the perils that can come with gathering so many kids in one place and trying to do anything altogether than I am.

I had no way to know that their ski instructor was going to be so hot, and now I’m not only going to have to control my temper and have a little patience – something which is definitely not my strong suit – but I’m also going to have to control my libido and have a little restraint. Because all I want to do is rip the heavy ski coat off her and have my way with her.

From the way that she nods her head at me and chuckles again as we walk into the resort together, I have a feeling she’d like me to do it, too – which is why it’s going to be all the more difficult to resist.

Chapter 2

Catharine

I know that Daniel is watching me walk away from him, and I also just know that he’s wishing he could eat me up like birthday cake.

I don’t mean to sound boastful or anything; it’s just that we’ve made a certain kind of connection out there on the slopes. It’s the kind of connection that screams, “let’s just get it over with and fuck already, shall we?”

Of course, we can’t do that here, since it’s his kid’s birthday party and all. I don’t even know if we can do it at all, because, for all I know, he’s married, and the kid’s mom is too busy working to attend these festivities.

Sure, he wasn’t wearing a ring. But the only people rich enough to afford this kind of birthday party for their kid are usually part of a successful power couple. Or sometimes, in this day and age, there’s a stay at home dad, while Mom climbs the corporate ladder, making bank the further she gets to the top.

Daniel doesn’t give off stay at home dad vibes to me, though. He gives off strong alpha male vibes. He’s probably the type who likes to be at the top of his game, not only on the slopes and in the bedroom, but also in the boardroom.

“I’ll be right back,” I shout over the din of noise the ever-rowdy crowd of kids is making, wondering if anyone can even hear me.