I shook my head at the bastard. "Right. I forgot that some of us sleep with men in suits to make millions. Remind me next time you've got your head up some old guy’s ass and I'm fucking the hottest thing in Aspen – who's got it better?”
"Point taken," Brian laughed. "What's up? You wanna grab a beer tonight?"
"Maybe tomorrow. I have a full schedule today and had a long night last night."
"Did you score with that Terri girl?"
"Was that her name? I kept having to call her baby because I couldn't remember. Embarrassing."
I turned down a long back street that had more snow than I should have been able to traverse through, but having done it all my life, it was nothing new.
"Man whore."
"You know it." I pulled off into the driveway and left the truck running idle. "Are we getting together with the guys next weekend?"
"Yeah. Jared's bachelor party is here, remember? They fly in Saturday morning, but he's gotta go see his folks for most of the day. Let's plan on taking him to the club that night. Play a few games with the old bastard.”
I chuckled and realized that we were likely to never grow up. "Sounds like a plan to me. I'm going to win, but you know that."
"I do, but Jared doesn't. Let's let him be surprised at how well you've honed in your sexual prowess."
"Sexual prowess? You're starting to sound like one of those suits you wear." I chuckled. "Besides, I'm still shoveling snow for a living. I need the right woman to sweep me off my feet and pay for my shit."
"Naw, you're just in a slump, buddy. You're going to keep saving up and when the time comes, we'll get your resort up and running. Don't let the dream die. They happen to be one of the only free things in life."
"Ski resorts?" I teased him.
"No. Dreams, you bastard. I'm going to go live someone else's now. See you later."
"Later."
I hung up and got out of the truck as the wind slammed against me. I wasn't living a dream, but a nightmare. Thankfully, it only lasted eight hours a day.
Chapter 3
Chloe
My alarm decided not to go off the next morning, which had me running around our small dorm room like my butt was on fire. Jessie worked to help me get things together, but between the two of us, I was still going to barely make my flight.
"I'll take you. You can't take the car, anyway." She opened the door and pulled the largest of my suitcases out into the hall.
I manhandled the other three somehow and growled under my breath as hip hop music filled the hall.
"Why did we have a whole bottle of wine last night? Who thought that was a good idea?"
I moved behind her as fast as I could, luckily only stumbling over my luggage three times, but never actually hitting the ground.
"Chloe! Where are you going?" Three girls from the cheerleading squad moved out into the hall behind me.
"Home for the holidays. You guys have fun."
"We will!" they yelled in unison and I had to force myself to return their enthusiasm with a big smile.
"Wine is good for the heart," Jessie mumbled and moved out of the building, holding the door for me. "Maybe it was just supposed to be a glass, but just think, we're all good now for at least a few weeks."
I smirked and flinched thanks to the sharp pain that laced my skull. "I'm praying I get a seat next to a businessman who reads the paper the entire time."
"You in coach or are you flying with the wealthy today?"