Buying the Virgin

Chapter 23: The Girl Who Sold Herself - Chapter Twenty-Three

My Master grins wickedly. “Oh, don’t worry. We’re going to enjoy our evening together.”

“Where? What?”

“I’ve booked the lodge up in the mountains again.” he grins. “But this time I’ve arranged that it will be decked up for Christmas when we get there.”

“Christmas tree?” I ask, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

“Yup.”

“Log fire? Candles?”

“Yup.”

“Mince pies and crackers?”

“Yes, and Michael has packed up a few treats into the back of the wagon here.” Michael beams at this, looking smug.

I look again at the vehicle. “That’s not your usual car, is it? I don’t remember you driving a station wagon.”

“No, not usually, but the weather forecast isn’t all that good. I thought if we’re going up the mountains, we’d go in something with four-wheel drive and a decent engine, just in case the snow comes down.”

at the brilliant sunshine in a peerless blue sky, this does not seem very likely, but I am not about to argue about it. Changing the subject, I turn to Michael. “So, what are

seldom says much, but always, his eyes speak volumes. Eyes slightly cast down, but smiling, he simply says “Wait

with his hands. “Snow or not, it’s

the cab of the wagon, with me in the middle, sandwiched between the two men. It feels like

than bad weather, but as we get out into the countryside there is

colder. Climbing up into the pine forests, the firs are coated with a thick rime and the car crunches over ice-rimmed puddles. A little further along the route and there is patchy snow on the ground, still sparkling

windscreen. At first, they melt, to be swept away by the wipers, but as we drive further along the now, rough track, they stick and stay, simply being pushed to one side by the wipers, gathering on the bonnet before melting away from the heat of the engine. Ahead of us,

“Nearly there now.

Our headlights simply reflect back

with worry in his

should turn around. We’re so close now, but it’s becoming dangerous, and I’m not even sure I would see the

“There will be other times. We’ll stay in the city

Girl.” he grins. And he starts

the same result. Around us, the snow howls by in a full-fledged blizzard. Night is falling, and visibility is close

can make it, but we can’t get out either. Any idea on what’s happening out there?” He

and I had all sorts of plans for this evening, but it looks as though we’re scuppered by the weather. I think we’re

brave, I ask “Have

Charlotte. Really, don’t worry,” says Michael, placing a reassuring hand on mine. “I packed plenty, just in case. We have everything we need; hot drinks, food,

we all

and produces a flask, then another. “Coffee…. and hot chocolate and…” He rummages again, and with the air of a magician pulling a rabbit from a hat. “….

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