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have to discipline you, you know.’
    ‘Oh, why?’ She turned her head on the rug to stare into his eyes, so close their noses were almost touching.
    ‘Sex with other members of staff is forbidden,’ he replied solemnly.
    ‘Get stuffed,’ she snorted with laughter and then grabbed a faux fur cushion from the sofa, lobbing it at him. He caught it and lobbed it back at her and soon they were having a boisterous pillow fight with the cushions.
    Holly laughed until her chest ached. Then she caught a glimpse of herself in the large pine mirror.
    Who is that girl? She looks happy.
    She collapsed back down on the rug, lying on her back. ‘I’m knackered, all this sex and skiing is too much for me.’
    ‘I hope not. I’ve a surprise planned for tonight.’ He rolled on his side and played with her hair, twisting it around his fingers as he spoke.
    ‘Not night skiing. Please not night skiing.’ She shuddered theatrically.
    ‘You’ll have to wait and see, but right now I have something else I need to do.’
    ‘Oh?’ she tried to keep her disappointment from showing.
    I’m so crap at playing it cool.
    ‘Yes, I have something I need to finish. I did say it might take some time, and I’m not sure I got it right first time round…’ He broke off to kiss her and then he produced a fresh foil packet. ‘I want to make love to you again.’
    Make love, not sex!
    Yes, she was in no doubt this was now about making love. It was a phrase she’d never used before when it came to sex, deeming it too corny, too out of touch with the reality.
    But it felt right to describe … this…thing that was happening between them. He cradled her beneath him as he pushed himself deep inside her, holding her gaze, staring into her eyes in a way that made her feel truly connected, truly one with him.
    Then slowly, very slowly, he began to rock inside her until the wave of pleasure roared through her body, sweeping away her anxieties and flooding her senses again.
    Peace and contentment radiated through her sated body. For the first time she'd met a man she didn't have to pretend to be someone else with, a man who seemed to like the real Holly, preferred her even.
    Boy, was that a good feeling.
    ***
    Scott’s Landrover barely registered the snow and thick ice on the roads. Holly drank in the winter wonderland scenery, the snow reflecting white in the car’s headlights. She loved the tiny lights of the villages, twinkling unbelievably high up in the mountains and admired the floodlit castles of Sion, providing a dramatic backdrop for the valley.
    ‘I’ll tell you where we’re going when we get there,’ Scott replied to Holly for the umpteenth time.
    They drove high up into the mountains, eventually taking a concealed turning down to what looked like a new chalet-hotel complex.
    ‘It’s a brand new development,’ Scott said. ‘It’s due to open next week but the owner owes me a favour and has given us the exclusive use of it tonight. It’s the natural thermal baths and Jacuzzi complex around the back that we’re visiting.’
    ‘But I haven’t got my swimming costume,’ she said, and then flushed as he turned to her and raised an eyebrow.
    ‘It’s very private, don’t worry.’ He grinned. ‘Only the mountain Marmots will be able to see what we get up to and I think they’ve probably got better things to do.’
    ‘You’re a very bad man Mr Hamilton.’ Holly attempted a prim voice.
    ‘I know I am. Isn’t it fun?’
    ‘I’m reserving judgement.’ She turned to look out of the window but was smiling.
    For the first time since she’d got to Verbier she hadn’t flinched inwardly at the word ‘fun’.
    In fact
, she realised with a start,
I am having fun
.
    She felt free, carefree in a way she'd never felt before.
    They parked in the deserted car park. Plastic sheeting and scaffolding still adorned part of the chalet building but mellow, low-level lighting lit the surrounding grounds and pool complex.
    ‘It looks