Holidays with the Billionaire

Chapter 12

Kelton

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W hy? Why did I say that? I’ve never, ever had a problem with women. There’s something about Adlee that has me tied up in awkward knots, and I don’t like it.

I don’t like it one fucking bit.

I hook my finger into my tie, loosening it before I toss it off over my head.

After unbuttoning my shirt, I also throw that off and kick out of my shoes so I can take my pants off.

What is my problem? I usually have a better filter than that.

Dammit. I’m better than this.

It’s time I admit I want to fuck Adlee. Out loud. I look in the mirror, wearing nothing but my boxer briefs, and my gaze travels the length of my body. I work hard to keep the six-pack abs and strong thighs. I work out my shoulders, pecs, and triceps and biceps to keep the look I want. But this raging hard-on I have right now isn’t part of my plans.

I had to get out of Adlee’s presence before she noticed it. My pants felt like they’d shrunk two sizes when she’d gazed at my mouth while talking to me at her door. I wanted to push her inside, slide her dress up, and stuff myself inside her pussy. To spill all my cum inside her while she raked her nails down my back and came all over my cock.

I reach inside my boxers and grip my dick, using my pre-cum as lube to slide it up and down my shaft. I imagine Adlee’s beautiful lips around my dick as she sucks me off, my hands gripping her hair, my tip bumping the back of her throat as she hums her pleasure of having me all the way inside her mouth.

She comes up for air, spitting on me before diving back down to suck me off some more. She’s naked, her nipples hard and her arousal dripping down her thigh because she’s so wet for me. As she gives me head, I reach down and touch her dripping cunt, groaning at how wet she is for me.

One last slide down my shaft has my balls tightening and my dick hardening as I come. Spurts of white cum shoot onto the mirror as my whole body erupts into goosebumps. I walk to the bed and lay down on my back, my hand still gripped around my cock.

I have got to stop jerking off to Adlee and make her fuck me because I know she wants to. I need the real thing. I need that sweet pussy of hers.

And I will have it.

After I shower, I turn the television on for background noise and pour myself a finger of whiskey. As I look out over the twinkling lights of the town, a light snowfall starting to dust it, I take a sip and think about what I’m going to do about my assistant. It’s too much to expect that we could have a casual sexual relationship and not get feelings involved. But isn’t that what I already have with multiple women in my proverbial little black book? They are always down for an expensive night of food and cocktails, and then a little fun back at their place. But something tells me Adlee isn’t like that. I can tell she’s attracted to me; I knew it months ago. I could see the way she’d look at me in the office when I’d walk by or we’d pass in the breakroom.

But I can’t get involved with her. That would open up a whole world of HR nightmares that I have no interest in navigating.

“Don’t fish from the company docks, son.” I can hear my father’s voice echo in my head.

Yeah, I know. Though, he never heeded that advice. Neither did my brother. His wife was a nurse in his office when he was a brand new doctor. So cliché, but it worked out for them.

I down the rest of my whiskey and pour another, my body feeling relaxed and the tension in my shoulders easing.

The snowfall began light but it seems to be picking up at a rapid pace as I stare out the window. The lights are blurred from all the flurries and I think back to the discussion the shareholders were having on the slopes about an impending storm. I set my glass down and retrieve my phone where it’s charging on the bedside table. I pull up the weather and am alarmed by a red notice alerting me to blizzard-like conditions. I glance at the date and see we have five more days up here. If there’s a blizzard, that means no skiing. No going into town—which I’d planned to do. It could take days to clear the snow. I set my cell down and pick up the room phone, dialing the front desk.

“Front desk, how may I help you?” answers a pleasant female voice.

“This is Mr. Fox. Is maintenance still here?” I ask.

“No, sir. They’ve gone home for the evening. Is there a problem? I could call the emergency maintenance person if you’d like?” she offers pleasantly.

“Yes, please get ahold of them and patch them through to my room. Thanks.” I hang up.

Our backup generators are serviced regularly, but for peace of mind, I need to know they are in pristine working order.

I pick up my tumbler and take another sip, staring out at the town. Low voices and whistles emanate from the television playing the hockey game, but I ignore it.

A few minutes pass and the desk phone rings.

“Kelton Fox,” I answer out of habit.

Does anyone ever say hello anymore?

Not in my world.

“Mr. Fox, this is Alex, head of maintenance. Is there a problem, sir?”

I set my glass down. “No, not at all. I want to ensure the backup generators are working. Looks like quite the storm heading in.”

“Oh, yes. They were serviced last week. You can rest assured they won’t fail should the power go out,” he replies.

I let out a breath of relief. “Thank you, Alex. Enjoy the rest of your evening.”

“Will do, sir. You, too.”

I hang up and relax further. I sure hope we don’t need the generators, but if we do, I’m confident we’ll be okay.

I blink my eyes open and immediately look at the time on my phone: 7:22 a.m. I stretch and check my notifications, making sure there’s nothing pressing, then roll out of bed. On my way to the bathroom, I do a double-take at the window. I’d left the curtains open last night and am surprised the light didn’t wake me sooner.

I rake a hand through my hair as I walk over and look out. I have to keep my mouth from falling open at the sight. The whole town is covered in in a blanket of white. I can barely see the cross peeking out from the snow-laden roof of the only church in town.

Wow, we really got dumped on.

I use the bathroom and then sit on the bed. My phone’s calendar says we have only one meeting today and our special luncheon. Good thing, because it’s not like we could leave the lodge under this deluge of snow that is apparently covering the town.

After dressing in a suit and tie, I head down to the Christmas luncheon that is happening today. I didn’t text Adlee to see if she’d be there because I don’t want to babysit her. If she doesn’t show, I’ll send someone up to get her.

The resort is eerily quiet when I exit the brass elevators. There is no one at the check-in desk, and the valet stand outside is unmanned. A glance out the glass doors shows snow piled up outside, except under the carport.

That was a hell of a snow storm.

I turn toward the dining room where I scheduled our luncheon and almost run right into Bernice.

“Oh! Mr. Fox! There you are.” She looks outside, then back to me, brushing some brown hair out of her face. “Dreadful weather we’re having.”

“I agree. Where is everyone?” I ask.

Her eyes widen. She waves a hand and plasters on a smile. “Oh, nobody came in today. They all called off. Apparently some can’t get out of their driveways, and the rest, well, the road is closed leading to the resort.”

I feel a slight panic, but tamp it down. “Okay. Well, we had a Christmas luncheon planned for today.”

She looks at me regretfully. “I’m sorry, Mr. Fox, but there are no kitchen staff here to make that. I, um, could try to whip something up myself. If you want?”

I shake my head. This luncheon is one of the perks of this yearly trip. I spare no expense, and now I feel like it’s all for naught. And the fuck if I know how to cook for a group. Asking Bernice to try to ‘whip something up’ is a waste of time. I doubt she knows how to present caviar and capers, raw shrimp, and hors d’oeuvres like the chefs do.

“No, it’s quite all right. We’ll figure something out.”

“Maybe she knows how to cook?” she says, glancing past me.

I turn around to see Adlee walking toward us wearing a fitted red dress and tall black boots. She looks good enough to eat, and I wonder briefly if I’d even need food after feasting on her.

In your dreams, Kelton.

“Hi, Bernice,” Adlee says, greeting our hospitality manager.

“Hi, sweetie.” Bernice looks at us both. “Are you hungry?”

“I could eat a horse!” Adlee replies. I look at her strangely, and her cheeks flush red, then she swipes some hair behind her ear. “I mean, I skipped breakfast, so...”

“We’ll get it worked out,” I say. “Bernice, meet us in the kitchen. We need to make a pitstop first.”

“Of course, Mr. Fox,” Bernice replies, walking away.

“We need to inform the others that there is no luncheon, since the kitchen staff couldn’t come in today. If they haven’t figured it out yet,” I fill in, as if Adlee isn’t smart enough to figure it out for herself.

“Sure, sure. Whatever you need,” she says.

We walk silently to the dining room, where my brother, his wife, Jerrold and his wife, and the rest of the board members sit chatting with each other.

As soon as I walk in, Jerrold asks, “Where’s the food?”

His abrasive attitude and rudeness irritate me. “In case you haven’t noticed, we are snowed in. The staff went home yesterday and are unable to make it in. We’re on our own.” I look around the room. “Anyone here a good cook?”

Nobody raises their hand, of course.

I look at Adlee, then say, “Fine.” My gaze scans the group. “We’ll be back in a bit. This might take a while.”

I don’t wait for a response before I exit the room with Adlee trailing behind me. I’m nervous because I can cook, but I’m in no mood to teach anyone else. I can only hope Adlee knows a little bit. The cell service is shoddy due to the storm, so I’m going to have to rely on my memory. I can’t remember what we had planned for lunch, aside from the caviar and other expensive stuff, but it’s usually the same type of thing every year. Cold cuts, cheeses, salads, breads, condiments, side dishes, desserts, and drinks.

We enter the kitchen and I see Bernice hard at work, along with a couple of other staff members whose names I can’t recall.

“What do you need us to do?” I ask, unbuttoning my shirt sleeves and rolling them to the elbow.

Adlee watches me curiously, then looks around the kitchen. She spots two aprons hanging on the wall and she grabs them, walking back to me and handing me one.