much all she could think about after watching him walk out of the bakery. She felt dumb having turned him down for dinner. He seemed harmless, but it was so hard to know who to trust these days. Isabelle was never one to risk her safety, no matter how wet her panties got.
Jen, the desk clerk, had let her charge her phone with a charger from the lost and found. She'd expected to have a full battery when she came back from breakfast, but it was just past forty-five percent full.
"Screw it. I'm not going to be gone that long, and I don't plan on playing any battery-sucking games." Isabelle rolled her eyes at her phone and the semi-useless charger. She lathered on some sun screen, put her room key and a five-dollar bill in her pocket so she could buy a water bottle, and headed out. The view from the top of Scarlett Mountain was what she craved. The hike up the mountain wasn't too long from what she remembered, but this would be the first time she'd made the trek alone. Water bottle in hand, and an extra for later in her pocket, she took a deep breath and began her climb to the summit. The crisp morning air chilled her bare arms, but she knew she would be hot in no time and didn't want to deal with having to carry a jacket.
Laylah, the hotel manager, required Isabelle to sign a hiker's agreement that let the hotel know how long she intended to be gone on her hike. They also had her cell phone number in case of an emergency. Isabelle had only half listened while Laylah went over the form and told her that she expected to return around two o'clock.
Isabelle steadied her breathing as she walked and was careful not to overexert herself. She'd avoided the gym more than she went over the winter, but she still figured she had the stamina to make the climb. The grass on the trail was just starting to green up and random flowers had begun to bloom. Early springtime on Scarlett Mountain was magical. It was like watching a spell being cast and seeing the earth wake up from a deep slumber. The smell of moss was intoxicating and brought back childhood memories of walking to school past the creek by her house. Deep in thought, Isabelle jumped as her phone alerted her to a text message. The noise came out of nowhere and zapped her back into reality. "Tim? Really? Asshole. Like I'm gonna text you back!" Isabelle shoved her phone back into her pocket and continued her climb. She came around a bend and stopped to look at a tree that had been split in half by a lighting strike. She walked over to touch the damaged trunk of the aspen tree. Although she tried to fight it, her thoughts kept coming back to her encounter at the bakery. It wasn't until after he'd left that she had realized that they hadn't told each other their names. Maybe that was for the best. They could have coffee and she could convince him to come back to her room and pound her pussy from behind. No names, no numbers, just some dirty fun with a smokin' hot fireman. The smile she'd fought all day was back, and at least she was alone with nobody around to witness her lunacy. As naughty and delightful as a round or two of mindless sex sounded, it wasn't Isabelle's style. She couldn't help but wonder why finding a soulmate to have mind-blowing sex with was such a tall order.
As she headed back up the trail, Isabelle's phone chirped again. "I swear, Tim, if this is you again..." She dug her phone out of her pocket and looked down at another text from Tim demanding to know where she was. "Fuck you," she said as she typed her reply. "Leave me alone, you cheating asshole!" Isabelle hit send and deleted him from her phone. "Crap, fifteen percent battery left. Damnit." Paying more attention to her phone than the hiking trial, Isabelle stepped on a rock and turned her ankle. She couldn't catch her balance and fell onto her side. Her phone slipped out of her hand and the screen cracked into a web of glass shards. The steep slope of the hill pulled her down, and over and over she turned out
Jen, the desk clerk, had let her charge her phone with a charger from the lost and found. She'd expected to have a full battery when she came back from breakfast, but it was just past forty-five percent full.
"Screw it. I'm not going to be gone that long, and I don't plan on playing any battery-sucking games." Isabelle rolled her eyes at her phone and the semi-useless charger. She lathered on some sun screen, put her room key and a five-dollar bill in her pocket so she could buy a water bottle, and headed out. The view from the top of Scarlett Mountain was what she craved. The hike up the mountain wasn't too long from what she remembered, but this would be the first time she'd made the trek alone. Water bottle in hand, and an extra for later in her pocket, she took a deep breath and began her climb to the summit. The crisp morning air chilled her bare arms, but she knew she would be hot in no time and didn't want to deal with having to carry a jacket.
Laylah, the hotel manager, required Isabelle to sign a hiker's agreement that let the hotel know how long she intended to be gone on her hike. They also had her cell phone number in case of an emergency. Isabelle had only half listened while Laylah went over the form and told her that she expected to return around two o'clock.
Isabelle steadied her breathing as she walked and was careful not to overexert herself. She'd avoided the gym more than she went over the winter, but she still figured she had the stamina to make the climb. The grass on the trail was just starting to green up and random flowers had begun to bloom. Early springtime on Scarlett Mountain was magical. It was like watching a spell being cast and seeing the earth wake up from a deep slumber. The smell of moss was intoxicating and brought back childhood memories of walking to school past the creek by her house. Deep in thought, Isabelle jumped as her phone alerted her to a text message. The noise came out of nowhere and zapped her back into reality. "Tim? Really? Asshole. Like I'm gonna text you back!" Isabelle shoved her phone back into her pocket and continued her climb. She came around a bend and stopped to look at a tree that had been split in half by a lighting strike. She walked over to touch the damaged trunk of the aspen tree. Although she tried to fight it, her thoughts kept coming back to her encounter at the bakery. It wasn't until after he'd left that she had realized that they hadn't told each other their names. Maybe that was for the best. They could have coffee and she could convince him to come back to her room and pound her pussy from behind. No names, no numbers, just some dirty fun with a smokin' hot fireman. The smile she'd fought all day was back, and at least she was alone with nobody around to witness her lunacy. As naughty and delightful as a round or two of mindless sex sounded, it wasn't Isabelle's style. She couldn't help but wonder why finding a soulmate to have mind-blowing sex with was such a tall order.
As she headed back up the trail, Isabelle's phone chirped again. "I swear, Tim, if this is you again..." She dug her phone out of her pocket and looked down at another text from Tim demanding to know where she was. "Fuck you," she said as she typed her reply. "Leave me alone, you cheating asshole!" Isabelle hit send and deleted him from her phone. "Crap, fifteen percent battery left. Damnit." Paying more attention to her phone than the hiking trial, Isabelle stepped on a rock and turned her ankle. She couldn't catch her balance and fell onto her side. Her phone slipped out of her hand and the screen cracked into a web of glass shards. The steep slope of the hill pulled her down, and over and over she turned out
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