Snowed in with Grumpy (Silver Mountain, #1)

by Olivia Noble

“Failure?” he asks incredulously. “What failure, hon? Just consider this—” he gestures at my chest, “a minor setback. We’ll laugh about this someday in future, after you’ve made the sale and you’re swimming in money like Scrooge McDuck. Besides, you look damn good, you know? I am sure that your tinsel tits are emblazoned in Grumpy’s memory banks forever. Better to be unforgettable than boring, don’t you think?” This finally coaxes a small smile from my lips. “Okay. A little bit of humiliation never killed anyone, I guess.” “Humiliation?” he repeats thoughtfully. “Nah, girl. When you whipped out those MERRY XMAS boobs like WHAM—” he mimes the gesture of ripping open an invisible shirt, “you nearly gave me a semi. That was some Clark Kent shit right there. Like you were a superhero of festive fun underneath that boring business attire. Don’t you know why Mr. Grumpypants ran out of here so fast? He was afraid of poking a hole right through the crotch of that expensive suit of his.” “What? No way,” I respond with a laugh. “Trust me, girl. I saw the telltale bulge. And it wasn’t no semi. It was a full-on freight train.” “Oh,” I say with surprise, a bit startled.