Do Not Disturb by Christie Ridgway Read Free Book Online Page B

policy. All its guests must relinquish anything that runs on batteries or electricity.” With a nod, he indicated one of the briefcase-sized bags he’d set down. “Like your laptop there.”
    â€œNo! Not my computer.”
    â€œI’m sorry,” he said. “Those are the rules, and have been since my grandparents built this place. If you need writing implements, we have paper and pens available.”
    She scowled. “I have paper and pens.” After a moment’s hesitation, she waved at him with a hand. “Go ahead, fine. It’s all yours.”
    As he bent to lift it, she turned away to push her big suitcase into the corner with her foot. “Is there anything else?” he asked her.
    â€œNo, only the one laptop.”
    â€œI mean, anything else that runs on batteries or electricity?”
    â€œNope.” She wasn’t looking at him.
    He cleared his throat again. “I believe you mentioned you have a cell phone.”
    She froze, muttered, “Me and my big mouth,” then stomped over to another bag to retrieve it. She slapped it into his outstretched palm. “There. Satisfied?”
    â€œAs long as that’s all you have.” His eyebrow lifted. “Is it?”
    â€œYes.”
    He lifted his other brow.
    â€œYes!”
    â€œUh, Angel, I may be a man, but I grew up with two sisters.”
    â€œI don’t know what you’re talking about.” Her gaze slid off his face.
    Sighing, he prompted her. “Come on, every woman I know uses one. You must have with you—”
    â€œWell!” Her eyes widened in offended embarrassment. “I can’t believe you’d have the nerve—the nerve !—to mention it.”
    He blinked. “It?”
    â€œYou know…” Her expresson was all innocence. “My vibrator.”
    Her vibrator ? Shock quickly rolled through him, pushed out of the way by another hot wave of lust. A vibrator. Those naked images started piling up in his mind again, making him feel hard and hot and…
    And stupid.
    â€œI almost fell for that,” he said, shaking his head. “You almost distracted me.”
    She opened her mouth.
    â€œDon’t bother denying it.” He pointed at her. “As I’m certain you’re aware, I was talking about a blow-dryer. Give it up, sweetheart.”
    When she opened her mouth again, he wagged his finger back and forth. “N-uh-uh-uh-uh. Those are the rules. Take them or leave.”
    Making a disgusted sound, she threw up her hands. Then she marched over to another suitcase and from its depths removed the largest blow-dryer he’d ever seen,its nozzle as big as a head of cabbage. “Jesus,” he said, staring at it. “That’s not a hairdryer, that’s a weapon of mass destruction.”
    If looks could kill, he would have been vaporized. “Don’t mock the hair tools,” she hissed, shoving the dryer at him. “I’m going to get you back for this. Just you wait.”
    Yeah, baby, punish me by debarking. Then his family, his identity, and his health would be a lot better off. “Why don’t I give you directions to the nearest resort,” he offered.
    She was a breath away from taking him up on it, he could tell.
    So, relaxing, he smiled at her. Everything was going to be just fine. “Or I can tell you the quickest route back to the highway and the city.”
    Angel bristled. “What? And let you win? I don’t think so—” She broke off, staring at him.
    â€œWait a minute, wait a minute. Wait a darn minute.” She strode closer to him, her curly hair floating off her shoulders, her perfume floating through the air to dizzy him.
    So dizzy that he didn’t see it coming.
    â€œI know who you are!” she exclaimed, all angel crowded out by the devilish delight in her eyes. “The day just keeps getting better! This is where you’ve been hiding the last