I'm trying not to rush this...I figure I'll get out a chapter every two days..hopefully...Still No beta, not looking for one either. Also suggestions are more than welcome...I'm kinda stuck right now...I have two more chapters right now but.....I haven't figured out how Cal is going to seduce Gillian yet.....but he will!!!

Also, this story is completely in Gillian's point of view so if she isn't looking it won't be here..if you get me....

Snowed Inn pt2/?

Gillian and Cal followed Shirley up the grand staircase. The Inn keeper told them about the schedules, when dinner would be served. They were too late tonight but if they were hungry enough she could find some cake or cookies.

Paul was at the top of the stairs, he seemed to be waiting for Shirley but he gave Gillian a once over, which Gillian noticed.

"He's a fit bloke." Cal whispered into her ear. He obviously noticed too. But then Cal noticed everything which was why she didn't look at him when she felt her face flush slightly. She dated, Cal knew. He teased her about it. She teased him back.

"Cal." She warned.

"Naw, I just mean, as far as he knows you're my wife." He sounded flippant enough but Gillian looked at him. He had controlled his face so she couldn't see if he was joking. Though she did notice he said 'my wife' instead of 'a married woman'. She raised her eyebrows but Cal wasn't looking.

Shirley led them to the last door on the left.

"Here we are." She moved so they could get by, "It's too late for dinner but if you'd like I could have Paul bring up some cake or cookies."

Gillian shot Cal a look so he wouldn't say anything.

"That's fine, thank you."

"Ok." Shirley patted Gillian's hand then left them.

"Right, Luv. What side of the bed do you want?" Cal asked opening the door to their room.

Gillian was about to reply but she was distracted by the beauty of the room. It was huge, big enough to be a small apartment. The queen size bed was against the right wall, it was flanked by two matching short dressers. The middle of the far wall held an enormous wardrobe/linen closet. To the left facing a lit fireplace there was a coffee table and two wing-backed chairs set up like a living room. Next to the wardrobe was a door. Gillian surpassed the bed and her suitcase on the floor at the foot of the bed and peaked into the door.

The bathroom was bigger than the one she had back home. In front of her was the longest counter she had ever seen outside a business washroom. The tub/shower to the right was big enough for at least two people.

It was gorgeous.

"Tub's big enough for two." Cal's voice in her ear made her jump. He grinned at her, "You can wash my back. Just be sure not to peek."

She rolled her eyes, trying to play it off but she couldn't help the blush that came to her cheeks when she inadvertently pictured them in the tub lathered up. She just hoped he wouldn't say anything.

She moved around him and went to her suitcase. She put it up on the right side dresser and opened it. Her book was placed on top but she pushed it aside so Cal wouldn't see it and took out the dress she was planning to wear the next day.

"Cal, get out your suit jacket so I can hang it up." She opened the wardrobe. It was split in two sections, a closet on the right, the linens and bath towels on the left. She busied herself with getting her things unpacked so she wouldn't be thinking about sharing a bed with Cal. She managed to push the thought from her mind until she finished unpacking and was faced with the bed.

Gillian bit her lip, eyeing the bed. It wasn't a big deal, nothing was going to happen. They were adults. And it was only one night.

"Would you like me to switch rooms with Paul?" Cal asked from the wing-backed chair adjacent to the fireplace. He had set up his files, lap-top and notes on the coffee table there. She frowned at him, and crossed her arms over her chest,

"Don't do that Cal. I don't read you so don't do it to me."

He grinned at her, his usual cheeky self,

"You try to read me but you can't."

She grabbed an overstuffed pillow and threw it at him hitting him in the face. She smiled when it hit him square in the face.

"Oh you want a pillow fight huh? Shouldn't we get into some skimpy p.j.s then?" He waggled his eyebrows suggestively, obviously joking but Gillian remembered her pajamas. She'd packed a pink satin tank-top and matching ¾ length yoga pants. "You did pack jam-jams didn't you?" His grin almost broke his face in two, "Now really, Luv, should I go hunt Paul down?"

"Oh Cal, shut up. I did so. I just wasn't planning company while wearing them." She wished she could stop the flush that crept up her cheeks. She could tell by Cal's face though that he was intrigued. "They cover everything. I was only planning on reading a book. Why, what do you wear to bed?"

"Oh, I sleep in the buff."

"Seriously?" he said it so offhandedly she truly had no idea whether he was joking or not.

He glanced up from his notes, his face was passive. He was checking her reaction. He made a decision then stood suddenly, holding out his cell phone,

"I'm gonna go call Em. No cell service."

Gillian held out her hand to stop him,

"Cal, wait. You are joking, right?"

He was out the door before she even finished talking. She shook her head and decided he was joking, or at very least he wouldn't go the usual route and find something to wear tonight.

Gillian grabbed her night clothes and went into the bathroom.

And it wasn't until after she stepped out of the shower dripping wet that she remembered the linen closet and there for the towels were outside the bathroom. The rooms were, after all, intended for couple's romantic retreats.

To Be Continued…