Little Brats: Fiona: Forbidden Taboo Erotica Read Free Page B

expanding the franchise of the gym and marketing my training system. But, that doesn’t mean we can let our emotions get the best of us, and let something happen that will hurt all of our lives.”
    She just glared at him, biting her tongue.
    “Our close sexual encounter…” He attempted a half-smile. “It was a mistake, sweetheart. It can’t… it won’t happen again.”
    Fiona, looking everywhere but at him, zipped up her bag and threw it over her arm, only snatching up her jacket as she brushed by him.
    “I’m going to be late for class.” She fled, not wanting to face him, or what she was feeling. Not now, not ever.

    Fiona lugged her suitcase to the garage to throw it in the SUV. Bryan stood at the hatch, rearranging skies and poles and other gear for their family trip to Lake Tahoe. He smiled as he approached. Funny, how things had gone back to normal so fast. It had been months since that day in the gym. Neither of them had talked about it again and she told herself she was glad. It had been a mistake, like he’d said.
    “So, where’re mom’s ten bags?” Fiona joked as he reached to relieve her of her burden.
    “Your mother’ll be flying out to meet us, hopefully sometime tomorrow.” He tossed her bag into the SUV. “She got a call from the museum, some fire she needs to put out before the next show. They can’t do anything without her, you know.”
    “Oh, I’m well aware of that fact. She tells me all the time.” Fiona laughed and rolled her eyes. “So, maybe we can do one of those back country runs we always talk about, but somehow my mother guilts us out of?”
    “Sounds like a solid plan.” Bryan smiled at her.
    They were still workout buddies, if nothing else. Fiona hadn’t been looking forward to the long drive alone with him, afraid forbidden topics might come up, but they didn’t have time to talk. The snow grew worse the further they got. Bryan was a good drive, but his knuckles were white by the time they pulled into their resort at Lake Tahoe.
    “This is really bad,” Fiona let out her pent-up breath as he parked. She hadn’t been sure they were going to make it at all, as the roads grew increasingly harder and harder to navigate due to all the snow.
    “Well, at least we know they’ve got snow.” Bryan opened and closed his fists like they ached from holding the steering wheel so hard.
    “Let’s go skiing then.” Fiona hopped out of the car.
    They got in a short run before they closed down the slopes. Who ever heard of too much snow to go skiing? But they were having blizzard conditions by late afternoon and there was nothing to do but sit in the room and stare at the fuzzy static of the satellite television. Her stepfather looked out the window, but everything was white.
    “I still can’t get any reception.” He sighed, pocketing his phone. “Your mother left me a message. Her flight’s been delayed. Weather Channel is predicting a good twenty-four hours or more before the airports can open back up.”
    “Some vacation.” Fiona sighed, punching buttons on the remote, hoping to find something, anything, that wasn’t static.
    “Why don’t you start dinner while I go grab some wood?” he suggested, shrugging his coat on.
    “Okay,” she agreed, grateful they’d stopped on the way in to grab some food at the local grocery. “The steaks we brought okay?”
    “Sounds fantastic,” he said as he opened the door, the world a flurry of white.

    Bryan came back, red faced and sweaty, carrying a huge stack of wood that would have buckled the knees of most men. She smiled as she continued to chop vegetables in the kitchen. Their room had a nice, open feel. From the granite counter where she worked, she could see the wide expanse of the living room, all white with a plump couch and plush carpet, looking even more pure and clean given the wood around the fireplace, the same rough cut that made up the rest of the furniture. It had an elegant, rustic feel, a nice