Chapter 9 Genevieve
Genevieve
I wake up in the same bed as yesterday, only this time, when I look to see Lana, I notice she’s gone and is replaced by a slip of paper.
I pick up the piece and read it through my sleepy eyes.
I turn towards the nightstand and look at the time on the digital clock.
9:50!
I’m gonna be late! I jolt out of bed and rip open my suitcase to grab an outfit. I put on a pair of leggings, a long sleeve shirt and two layers of fuzzy socks. I finish off the ensemble with a coat, hat and scarf. It’s then that I realize I still need to brush my teeth and use the bathroom.
Shit! I’m gonna be so late!
This breath needs to be fresh if I’m going to be getting any action today.
I remove the coat, hat, and scarf and brush my teeth.
Fast. I also forgot to comb through my hair because I didn’t see it until I looked in the mirror and it needs desperate help.
At least I’ll be wearing a hat most of the time.
I look like I got railed by an entire frat house.
I mean, I did get railed, but by someone way hotter than anyone involved in a frat.
God, that was the best sex of my life. Now, this guy will never leave my mind.
I brush through the bird's nest I call my hair, put back on my coat, hat, and scarf, and rush out the door.
I stop before I get to my car, though, because I remember something else. Lana. Where is she? I can’t just leave her.
I go back through the door, walk to the living room and see her sleeping on the couch with a smug smile on her face. Crap. She also looks like death with half of her body hanging off the couch and her hair all knotted up and… wet?
“Lana! I’m going snowboarding,” I shake her awake. I take my credit card out from my coat pocket and throw it on her, “take my card and buy whatever you want. I’m sorry, I’ll call you later! Go to the spa or something, it looks like you might need another massage.”
“Mkay!” She says as she flings her arm up like a dead zombie while I rush back out the door. She looks like she got railed last night too. Damn. What a successful night. If it was half as good as mine, she must feel as good as I do. Hopefully she’ll enjoy that massage. God knows I need one.
***
I pull up to the resort’s main building around 10:15 and park in the parking lot.
Our cabin is right next to the spa, so Lana can walk if she wants to go.
When I step out of my car, I walk carefully to the front door, making sure I don’t slip and fall on any ice.
I don’t need to break anything while I’m here, that would suck.
It’s pretty chilly this morning, so I keep my hands in my pocket until I have to open the door.
Once I enter, I’m greeted by warm heat blowing from above, and a lady with short blonde hair behind a tall wooden desk.
“Hello! Welcome to Smoky Pine Mountain. What can I help you with?” She asks. Her name tag reads Rebecca. She seems extremely happy to be working here.
“Hi! I’m looking for someone named Aspen.”
Her eyes light up.
“Aw! Are you a friend of Aspen’s?” She asks.
“Sort of,” I say. I’m not really sure how to answer that. “He just told me to meet him here.” She looks at the computer screen that’s in front of her.
“It looks like he is out on the bunny slopes today. Do you need to rent a board?” She asks.
A board, I completely forgot about that.
“Yes,” I say, wishing I had woken up sooner.
“Just go through those doors and tell them you’re a friend of Aspen’s. They’ll get you all sized up, darlin’,” she says, pointing to the double doors on my left.
“Thank you,” I say kindly.
I go through the double doors and enter a room that is filled from floor to ceiling with snowboards, skis, and boots. I used to have my own pair of skis, but I left them behind in New York. My mom might’ve gotten rid of them, actually. She did turn my room into a home gym after all.
I walk up to the counter and wait for someone to come help me. I notice a small bell sitting on the counter so I hit it once just to let the employees know I’m here.
“Just a second!” I hear someone yell from the back.
I wait and glance around the room. It definitely smells like a rental area - like feet. I could never work in this.
When the employee comes out from the back I immediately recognize him. It’s those same blue eyes.
“Well, hey there pretty lady, came back to apologize for ditching me for my brother?” Everest asks, flashing his perfect smile. He’s definitely a sight for sore eyes, but I still think Aspen’s hotter.
Sorry, Everest.
“You wish,” I say through a chuckle. “I just need some help renting a snowboard. Aspen told me to meet him here, but I’m a little late.”
“Oh yeah, he’s waiting for you on the mountain. He’s got a group of people he’s teaching right now. I think he wanted you to be a part of the group,” he says.
Shit. I feel bad that he’s waiting, but my heart swells. Aspen is so sweet.
“Well, if you’re already late, I can always teach you,” Everest adds.
“Funny. Do you think you can help me find a board?”
“Sure, what’s your height and what size shoe are you?”
“I’m 5’10” and a size 10,” I say. His eyes widen and his smirk grows into a smile.
“So your size is literally the same as Kendall Jenner’s,” he says. I’m not gonna even ask how he knows her measurements by heart.
“Just find me the board, will ya?”
“Alright, alright, Kenny, calm your tits,” he says as he disappears into the back. What is he, some sort of Kardashian fan? Only real fans know Kendall Jenner goes by ‘Kenny.’
He comes back out with a board just about my height and a pair of size 10 boots. He places both on the counter.
“Give those boots a try, Cindergennie. They should feel nice and tight, but not too tight,” he says.
I slip one on my foot; it’s a perfect fit.
“It fits,” I tell Everest, “what do I owe you?”
“On the house, Princess. Now go get your Prince Charming,” he says, “but if he doesn’t meet your expectations, you know where to find me.” He winks and it makes me shiver.
“Thanks, Everest, but I’ll pass,” I say as I place my regular shoes on the counter, grab my helmet, board, and go. Yeah, Aspen definitely doesn’t meet my expectations. He surpasses them.
As soon as I make it outside, I immediately spot the bunny slopes. It’s the first thing to the right, so it’s not hard to find. Plus there are tons of little kids out here, so it’s easy to assume. Now, the hard part is going to be finding Aspen.
I jog through the slopes, glancing around and hoping he’s wearing the same blue coat he was wearing the day he ran into me.
That will make it much easier to find him.
I scan the hill and look for anyone wearing blue.
Then, I see him. He’s wearing the same coat, but it helps that he’s tall.
He must be 6’5,” because I’m tall and he still towers over me.
Most guys that I talk to don’t, but I noticed a lot of guys here in Colorado are tall.
All the guys that were over last night had to be at least six feet.
They must eat a lot of green beans here in Colorado.
I spot Aspen and walk over to him. God, he’s like a walking thirst trap with snow boots.
I’m hoping he’s not too mad that I’m late.
I just didn’t expect to meet him so early and I never set an alarm.
It’s nice though, I don’t have to go the whole day thinking about him and wondering what he’s doing since I’m right next to him.
“Hey Aspen,” I say, interrupting him to help a girl get back on her feet. He looks good doing his job.
“You’re late,” he says, in something I think is a playful way.
“I know, I’m sorry, I didn’t think we would meet so early and I didn’t set my alarm.”
“I figured, I’m just pulling your leg,” he says. A wave of relief washes over me. “Why don’t you strap in to your board and we can get started. Everyone else is just learning how to get up from the ground and balance on their heels,” he informs me.
“Sounds good, coach. But if I break something, you’re buying me a drink.” I tell him, plopping myself down on the snow.
I strap both boots into my board and wait for his instruction while sitting with my knees bent.
“Okay, so snowboarding is a tricky sport. The key is to have balance. If you don’t have balance, then you will fall, which is okay, but it’s also hard to get back up if you’re not used to it, so you want to avoid falling,” He says.
“To start with, you will be balancing on your heels. Try not to go on your toes yet. So I’m going to hold your hands and help you stand.
I’ll keep holding them while you get your footing. So remember, heels.”
He bends down to grab my hands and uses his muscles to help me stand up.
“Keep your knees bent,” he instructs.
I suck at balancing, so I topple over, causing him to fall back. At least he’s the cushion I land on.
His stomach is rock hard. I look down at him and giggle.
“Oops, sorry,” I get out through bouts of giggling.
Did I really just giggle? What the heck is wrong with me? I’m not the type to giggle.
“All good, Snowflake,” he says, the butterflies in my stomach flutter.
I roll off of him in the most unsexy way and do this weird move so I can turn my body back towards the mountain. I look like a turtle flipped on its shell, trying to wiggle back up on its legs.
He gets up, like that whole process is nothing.
I hear some of the girls in Aspen’s class making comments about me like; “How do I get that special treatment?” or “What do I gotta do to get those arms around me?”
I want to tell them so badly that Aspen in fact rocked my world last night and he might just do it again tonight, but I refrain.
“Try to lean back on the board so that way, if you fall, you fall on your butt,” he explains.
“Lean back. Got it.”
He helps me and when I think I’ve almost got it, I fall on my butt. Honestly, this is harder than I thought.
“That’s okay, let’s try again,” he says reassuringly.