Frosty Proximity

<p><strong style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>The snowstorm of the century is approaching and my only hope of getting home for Christmas is my grumpy rich and <em>definitely off limits</em> client.</strong></p><p><br></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>A closed airport fifty miles of Swiss countryside and the threat of record-breaking wind and snow stand between me and flying back to my family in New York. The family that labels my job as a personal stylist as frivolous and shallow.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>My client Peter is working just as hard as I am to get me on that plane. </span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>It seems he </span><em style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>really</em><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)> doesn't want me crashing his family's Chanukah based on the tension in the air and the grunts he aims my way.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Grunts I should not find sexy.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>But we may not have a choice. And when his family opens their warm cozy home to me I may realize that beneath his frost Peter makes me melt.</span></p><p><br></p><p><br></p>