Come Fly with Me by Sherryl Woods Read Free Book Online

her silky, intimate clothing. It was indecent. Besides, why the devil did her things need to be packed in the first place?
    â€œI’m perfectly capable of packing my own things, when I am ready to leave this hotel and go back to Los Angeles.”
    â€œOf course you are—” he said in a placating tone that set her teeth on edge “—when the time comes. In the meantime, I thought it would make more sense for you to stay out at my place. The drive back and forth is hell when the roads are covered with ice.”
    Moving out to his place over any kind of roads, Lindsay thought, would be like tossing herself into a pit of vipers. She’d decided that much on the plane last night and nothing had happened since then to make her change her mind. In fact, his virtually breaking into her room just now only confirmed it.
    â€œI think this room will be just fine,” she informed him politely. “Other than a staff that seems to give out keys rather capriciously, this hotel seems to have all the amenities I need.”
    â€œUnfortunately, you’ve already checked out,” he told her, grinning complacently.
    â€œI’ve what!” The tiny squeak in her voice rose to a decided shriek that she knew from past experience was a sure sign that her temper was about to cross over into a rage that few people ever wanted to experience more than once. She tried her best to save it for very special, incredibly infuriating situations involving people she hoped like hell never to see again. This was rapidly approaching one of those situations.
    â€œWell, I knew how you felt about wasting your company’s money,” he said innocently. “Just last night you were telling me you didn’t like to use your expense account on lost causes. I knew right then that you certainly wouldn’t expect Trent Langston to pay for a fancy hotel room in the city, while you went off to the mountains skiing.”
    â€œI am not going skiing!”
    By now she had a feeling that where she was really going was crazy, stark, raving bonkers. She was kneeling on a bed in her own hotel room, wrapped in a comforter, screeching like a banshee at a virtual stranger who’d broken in and now wanted to pack her bagsand cart her off to play in the snow. It might make a decent screenplay, a perfectly hysterical comedy, in fact. It made a lousy morning.
    â€œOh, Lindsay,” he said sorrowfully. “You need to put some fun in your life, some adventure.”
    â€œFun is going for a walk on the beach in eighty-degree weather. Fun is visiting the Louvre to see the Mona Lisa. Fun is having a drink at the top of the World Trade Center at midnight. Fun might even be dancing until dawn at a disco in London or riding a camel across the Sahara,” she informed him haughtily, then added, “There is nothing involving snow and temperatures that barely creep over zero and winds that howl like wolves that could possibly be considered fun.”
    He shook his head. “I can see I have my work cut out for me.”
    â€œIt’s not your job to make me like cold weather. If, for some insane reason, you thought it was, consider yourself fired.”
    He studied her slyly. “Want to consider a deal then?”
    Lindsay understood all about deals. You did not make them with men who were looking at you the way Mark was looking at herright now, as though she were a tasty morsel of prime beef and he’d been starving for a week. However, she’d been well schooled by Trent. You listened to everybody. Then you said no.
    â€œWhat deal?” she asked cautiously.
    â€œYou come to Boulder with me. Let me show you what life can be like here.”
    â€œAnd?” she said skeptically.
    â€œI’ll listen to what you have to say about the contract.”
    â€œThat’s blackmail!”
    â€œThat’s a deal,” he corrected.
    She supposed by his standards, it probably was. She looked at the