Snowed in with Grumpy (Silver Mountain, #1)

by Olivia Noble

Yelping, I drop the cup, and find myself hopping about in dismay, fanning my poor boobs to cool them off.

He only stares at me as the elevator gaps disappears, and I think, for a second, his eyes lower to my chest one last time to study the Christmas-themed disaster of cocoa and coffee all over my coconuts. There are marshmallows on my melons. It’s teatime on my tatas. My life is over.

Damn that woman. She will be the death of me. I stand in front of the full-length mirror in my bedroom, studying the way my body looks in my grey sweatpants. I really don’t see what she was talking about. It’s not that visible, is it? She was surely just busting my balls. I turn to the side, checking from all angles. I mean… I guess sometimes when I move around, I can see a little... but it’s very subtle. I definitely don’t see any veins.