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Gregorio Santos was not like his co-workers. They rushed to the warm temperatures and white sand beaches of the Caribbean for vacation, he preferred the white cold of the ski slopes. Greg is single and determined to remain that way despite his loneliness. While on vacation at Lake Tahoe, an accident strands the sexiest man he had met in years at his cabin. Will his resolve to stay single outlast being trapped with a man that gives the term ‘bringing sexy back’ new meaning?

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“So, you say you’re on vacation, huh? What do you do?” Thomas asked.

Greg disguised his relief by blowing unnecessarily on his drink.

“I work for Max Factor. I’m his assistant in New York.”

“Max Factor? You mean the make-up guy?” Thomas asked incredulously with a laugh.

Greg chuckled. “Yes, the make-up guy and don’t laugh. It’s a good job.”

“He needs an assistant?”

“Of course he does. In fact, he has one on each coast.”

“Really? Who knew that applying make-up would be such a heavy duty job,” Tom said in a teasing tone, sipping his cocoa.

Greg laughed. “It’s much more than that, I assure you. Life in the make-up and model industry is chaotic in Manhattan. People throughout the industry use his products, from the actual models to the secretary in the front office, not to mention all the women in the world who use his products on a daily basis. I have to coordinate buys and shipments for stores, deliveries of the latest products to the models for shoots and runway shows. It can be a very hectic position at times.”

“So there’s no up side to this job?”

“Yeah, I mean, it is Max Factor so I get to go with him and the models to a lot of exotic places around the world.”

“I see. Well, it sounds like you definitely deserve this vacation.”

“Yes, I do,” Greg agreed, toasting his mug.

“If only to be exposed to less hectic positions,” Thomas added, emphasizing the last word.

Greg looked over into a grin on Thomas’s sensual lips that spoke volumes. He opened his mouth to say something, but another voice interrupted him.

“Tom! Tom, its Stephanie! Are you there?”

Tom chuckled at the startled look on Greg’s face. “That’s the radio in the other room. All of the cabins have them in case of an emergency,” he explained. He put his mug on the coffee table and rushed by him.

Greg shook his head and watched Thomas’s long strides take him into a small room beneath the stairs.

“Yeah, Stephanie, I’m here.”

Greg followed and when he appeared in the doorway found Thomas sitting at a small desk, talking into an old hand radio. His soft blond hair fell forward as he leaned over to speak. When he turned his head to acknowledge Greg’s presence in the doorway, his profile was devastatingly handsome.

“Tom, the snow doesn’t seem to be letting up! It will probably snow throughout the night! What cabin are you in?”

“Number twelve.”

“Oh! Then you’ve met Mr. Santos. He’s a very nice man. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if you stay there until morning,” the static filled announcement came. “We will not be able to dig you out until the snow stops.”

“Okay, Steph. Keep us posted on the weather, in case it stops some time tonight, will you?”

“Sure thing, Tom. Good night.”

Thomas released the connection button and turned to Greg. “Well, it’s official,” he said throwing his hands up. “I’m broke down and snowed in.”

“You don’t say?”

He chuckled. “And you’re Mister Santos, huh?”

Greg smiled. “Oh, I never did tell you my name, did I?” He chuckled and left the room. “Sorry about that. My name is Greg, well it’s Gregorio, but I like Greg,” he clarified.

“Then Greg it is. Nice to meet you, Greg. So, is it okay?”

“Is what okay?”

Thomas grabbed his hand, stopping him and turned him around. “Can I spend the night with you?”

Damn! Talk about your loaded question.