Two co-workers, one work retreat, and explosive chemistry. The Canadian winter doesn't stand a chance.
For Caroline Carlson, business is business. She will not let her profession define her. She'll never make that mistake again. When she finds herself forced to attend a manager's retreat in the middle of winter, the line between business and pleasure is blurred. Especially, since she's forced to spend the time with Hayden, the man who has secured the starring role in her sexy dreams.
Hayden Cross is the new manager on the block. The retreat is a chance to let loose and get away from the daily grind. Until one night when a chance encounter with Caroline at a club morphs his plan into a personal dare. Mesmerized by the sexy woman writhing on the dance floor, he knows she's his fantasy come to life.
Caroline is convinced that Hayden is just another man who wants the fantasy, but his sexual advances are too hard to ignore. The more time they spend together the hotter it gets, and the Canadian winter doesn't stand a chance.
Hayden's blue eyes locked with Caroline's. "I'm sure we can find something interesting to do to help us survive."
Heat pulsed through her body in waves, rolling over her like an atomic blast. If only she could believe that he meant the sub-text hidden in his comment. That the "something interesting" consisted of the two of them spending the entire four days lying in the huge bed that she refused to look at.
Knowing his gaze would make her do silly, regretful things, she broke eye contact and headed to her bed.
"Looking forward to spending a night under the stars?" His voice tingled along her back.
"I'm all for a night under the stars but give me a beer and a beach, not a tuque and Gore-Tex."
She thought she would be locking him out of her room from the side door. Instead, he stepped back into her room.
"I didn't peg you as the adventurous type. Although"—he closed her side of the door"—"you almost had me changing my mind last night."
"I like adventure," she spat. She settled on the farthest side of the bed and opened her bag. She hoped she could get away without him acknowledging the club. No such luck.
"I saw you at the bar last night." His eyes travelled down the length of her body, leaving her to think dirty, sexy things. She shook those thoughts out of her head when he spoke again. "You ran away from me."
"I didn't run." She was quick to defend herself. Even though her defense was flimsy. "I was on my way out. My friends were waiting for me at the coat check."
"Of course." He eyed her with a strange look. Something between lustful and indifferent. "You don't like me do you?"
Her breath caught. She never expected him to be so forward. "I don't really know you." Straightening out some of the clothes in her bag, she continued, "You don't talk to me at work for me to get to know you."
"You don't talk to me at work!" he barked. "You don't talk to anyone unless it's business related."
She recoiled but only for a second. Caroline had always figured that if people wanted to talk to her they would make the effort. But after all this time, maybe she should have been the one to make the effort. Did it matter? She wasn't looking for friends anyway. "Work is a place of business, not a social playground."
"You're pretty uptight, Caroline." He moved closer. Close enough that she could smell his fresh scent. It reminded her of the few times he peeked into her office with a question. When he left, she could smell nothing but his cologne. "By the end of this trip I'll get you to like me." She hoped he didn't hear her quiet squeak when he leaned in even closer. "I promise."