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Authors: Breena Wilde
Christmas Pleasures: A Blurred Lines Short
Christmas Pleasures: A Blurred Lines Short
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© 2013 Breena Wilde
Breena
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Breena Wilde, P.O. Box 1408 Bountiful, UT 84011.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the creation of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.
Cover design by:
Steven Novak
Interior design by:
Novel Ninjutsu
Edited by:
Clean Leaf Editing
Genre: Erotic Romance
Short Story from the Blurred Lines world.
Summary:
Lincoln is John Zane's bodyguard. He's known for his ability to follow orders to the extreme. But he's more than that. He's a hot-blooded man with insatiable needs and the ability to please a woman in every way.
Mindy is a makeup artist in Hollywood. She is used to being in the background… until she meets Lincoln.
He makes her feel like she's the star. And in Hollywood, that's everything.
Blurred Lines Series:
Blurred Lines
Distorted Lines
Crossed Lines
Dirty Lines
Irresistible Lines
Twisted Lines
False Lines
Gratifying Lines
Other Breena Wilde Books:
Frosted Midnight
Haunted Halloween
Dedication
This book is dedication to all the readers. Thanks for loving this world enough to continue to read about my characters.
“The Holidays were created for lovers, for giving and receiving. They should be spent in the arms of a beautiful stranger.”
~ Anonymous
Contents
Chapter 1
Mindy
Chr
istmas was a bullshit time
of year. My dad and his step-bitch always catered a cocktail party for the rich and soulless in their gigantic house in the Hollywood Hills. My mom and the boy toy she kept as her plaything stayed in her condo on the beach in Bora Bora.
Both
parentals invited me to stay with them during the holidays. Sounded fucking exciting, right? Yeah, I didn’t think so either.
I
realized very early after their divorce that choosing one parent over the other meant months of torturous jabs from the “jilted” parent until the next year. I wasn’t having that shit. So I chose neither. Sometimes I’d go out with friends. Once I had a pussy boyfriend, but usually I just hung out alone.
This year was different
though. This year I received an invitation I was more than excited to accept.
Have you ever met a person and fallen instantly in love? I hadn’t either. And honestly I didn’t think that was what I felt for Lincoln. Our one and only dinner date had produced chemistry and a kiss that left my pussy wet and my knees trembling, but I hadn’t heard form him in weeks.
Lincoln was John Zane’s bodyguard. And in Hollywood everyone knew who John Zane was. Everyone wanted to be in a John Zane film. More than half of Hollywood’s actresses had been or wanted to be in his bed and more then half the men longed for him to switch teams. He was the man. And Lincoln kept him safe.
Except not this time.
I didn’t know where Zane was but Lincoln had asked me to meet him in Park City for the holidays. I jumped at the chance. Ever since I met him on the set for one of John Zane’s movies, I’d been smitten. Head over heels. Gaga. And a complete moron. Smitten sounded sweeter.
He was hot
and reminded me of Dwayne Johnson in size, but he was much better looking. Dark hair. Dark eyes. Just thinking about him lit my thighs on fire.
***
The Hummer limousine turned down a long snowy drive. Pine trees stood at attention on either side of the road, blocking out anything beyond them. The branches, the wood fence, and the sprawling hotel were dusted in white. It reminded me of the powdered sugar my grandmother would sprinkle over freshly baked gingerbread cookies. The sky was thick with falling snow. Tall drifted snow pressed against the trees and fence posts.
The wind howled, forcing a thin layer of snow along the ground. The movement reminded me of apparitions fleeing the subzero temperatures.
Behind the quaint lodgings stood the Rocky Mountains. They were ominous, and I couldn’t help the shudder that ran through me.
I looked out the back window for probably the tenth time since I’d been in the vehicle. But I wanted to be careful. We were the only
car on the road. I hugged my leather jacket closer.
My movements caught the eye of the driver and he smirked. “
Are you expecting someone?”
“N-No.” I thought quickly. “I’ve never seen snow up close before. Who knew it could be so cold
?”
“
You should’ve worn something warmer, Mrs.—”
“
Mindy,” I said, pulling my mini skirt as far down my thighs as it would go. “And, yeah, obviously.” I crossed my arms.
The driver pushed some buttons
on the dash to his right and I felt the heater kick up.
“Thank you,” I said
, and he smiled.
I didn’t have warmer clothes in my suitcase
, either, but I hadn’t dressed or packed for the outdoors. All I’d been thinking about was what Lincoln might like. I didn’t know what his tastes were. On our one and only date I’d worn a low cut wrap dress with black heels. It was sexy but sophisticated—my friends and I called that style
sexticated
.
The way Lincoln checked me out more than once
that night indicated he liked what I wore so I’d packed more like that. My suitcase was full of sexticated clothes.
The driver pulled the limo to a stop at the entrance. A bellhop in a thick parka came out and pulled open the door. When he saw me he raised an eyebrow in surprise. I tried to ignore his look and instead concentrated on taking his gloved
hand. “Welcome to Sunset Ridge,” he said in a voice not much warmer than the freezing weather.
“Glad to be here,” I replied
through instantly chattering teeth. The icy wind hit my bare legs and I let out a cry.
The bellhop shook his head. Obviously he thought I was an idiot. I couldn’t blame him.
He took me by the elbow and steered me through the door and into the lobby.
A bl
ast of heat warmed me immediately as did the earthy smell of apple cider. The foyer was enormous: large wooden beams, overstuffed black furniture, and ceramic tile floors stood out first. Christmas décor gave the reception area its full-on country charm. In the center of the floor was a large Christmas tree. Garland hung along the tops of the walls and the large windows had been frosted.
I walked up to the perky blond
e standing behind the desk.
“Checking in?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“Excellent. What’s your name?”
“Mindy Garner.” I paused. “But I believe the reservation is under Adam Turner.” It was the fake name Lincoln told me to use when I arrived. I placed my purse on the counter just in case… I didn’t know. Maybe this place would need my credit card or something. Maybe Lincoln changed his mind. I’d talked to him on the phone as soon as I landed, but I kept thinking he’d realize him and me together wasn’t what he wanted.
I knew Zane was supposed to be in hiding. Lincoln was his bodyguard, his right hand man. That meant wherever Zane went
, Lincoln would be too. I couldn’t help but wonder if Zane were somewhere in this hotel as well. He and Lincoln had been gone a few months, so when Lincoln called I thought it was a joke. However, the conversation turned to one that meant I had to be cautious, make sure no one followed me, and that the reservations would be under Adam Turner. I was excited. I felt alive and sneaky. I liked it. And it meant a lot that he wanted to see me enough to go through all the trouble of making all of the arrangements so I could meet him. Hurray!
I will admit there was a tiny party of me that felt like I might be
playing a character in a bad horror movie. He’d asked me to tell no one where I was going. I hadn’t. And if I disappeared, no one would know where to find me.
That frightened me a little. But
I’d never had such an instant connection with another person before. That was the whole reason why I said yes. That connection was the whole reason why I’d come. If I didn’t take this chance I knew I’d never get another one. So there I was.
The girl clicked a
way on the keyboard, looked up, and smiled. “Excellent, I need to see your driver’s license and then we’ll be all set.”
“Okay.”
That’s something,
I thought with a sigh. Plus there was the driver and the airline pilot. If the police somehow found out I’d gone to Park City they’d have a place to start. Yeah, I was definitely overreacting.
While I opened my purse the desk clerk
lifted a phone receiver and punched several numbers. I pulled my license from my wallet and handed it to her.
She took it and looked from it to me then spoke into the phone. “Mr. Turner, Ms. Garner has arrived. Would you like me to send her up?” She paused and I guessed she was listening. “Very good, sir.” She hung up, handed my license back
, and set up a card key.
“Here’s your key. Mr. Turner is expecting you.”
She explained how to get there, but all I could think about was that Lincoln and I were going to be staying in a room together for the next several days.
“Your luggage should be on its way up to the room.”
“Thank you.”