Buying The Virgin Part 1-3

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.”

very likely, but I am not about to argue about it. Changing the subject, I turn to Michael. “So,

his eyes speak volumes. Eyes slightly cast down, but smiling, he simply

on.” says my Master, rubbing his arms with his hands. “Snow or not, it’s a bit

into the cab of the wagon, with me in the middle, sandwiched between

out of the city, nothing seems less likely than bad weather, but as we get out into the countryside there is the sparkle of frost on grass, and leafless

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

now, the clouds gather and lower, becoming darker, more threatening. Fat snowflakes begin to splat onto the 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

“Nearly there now. It’s only about another five

simply reflect back from the white-out ahead of us, and as my Master drops into four-wheel drive, I hear

in

We’re so close now, but it’s becoming dangerous, and I’m not even sure I would see the turnoff to

the city somewhere overnight.

grins. And he starts to pivot

spin, but the car goes nowhere. He reverses gear and tries again, with the same result. Around us, the snow howls by in a full-fledged

number on his phone and after a moment says “Bob? Yes? It’s James here. We’re trying to get to you, but we’re stuck in the snow. I don’t think we can make it, but we can’t get out either. Any idea on what’s happening out there?” He nods occasionally, listening to the voice on the other end. “Yes…. Yes? Oh, right….

here for the night. They’ll be clearing the track but they can’t get through until daylight.” Looking at me. “Charlotte. I’m so sorry. Michael 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 going to be sleeping in the back of the wagon until the snowplough

try my best to seem brave, I ask “Have we got

“I packed plenty, just in case. We

of hot drinks.” interrupts my Master. “Why don’t we all have some coffee? You brought coffee didn’t

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

This is exclusive content from Dramanovels.com. Please visit Dramanovels.com to support the author and the translation team!

Comments ()

0/255