~Maxine's POV~
The steam rose like a lover's breath from the hot tub, curling around my skin as I slipped into the bubbling water. It was the third night of this so-called family ski trip, and I was already soaked... not just from the jets, but from the way Giovanni's eyes had been devouring me all week. My boyfriend, Jake, was off hitting the black diamond runs again, oblivious as ever, while I sat here, thighs pressed together, pulse throbbing between my legs.
Giovanni... Jake's dad, that silver fox surgeon with hands that could stitch a wound or unravel a woman, lounged across from me, his broad chest dusted with salt-and-pepper hair, towel slung low on his hips. He sipped his whiskey, watching me over the rim like I was the real intoxicant.
I'd caught him staring earlier that day o
