Summer loves the time of year when the seasons change and the leaves display an assortment of colors. With the first slight chill in the air, Summer heads to her private hideaway, a luxury log cabin high up in the mountains outside of the city. She never expects to see anyone during her private weekends, but one night when the wind begins to whistle and the first snow falls in the high elevations, a knock at her door both surprises and frightens her. The man at Summer’s door, all bundled up from the cold, claims that he has run out of gas, but has the handsome stranger come for something more?
She poured a glass of wine, fixed her dinner plate, and sat down at the table. When the first delicious morsel was at her lips, there was a loud knock at her door. “Who in the world could possibly have found their way up here?” Summer was a little uneasy at the thought. She kept a rifle near the back door but she had never had to use it. She timidly opened the door to find a tall, dark, and handsome man all bundled up standing on her doorstep.
He said, “Excuse me, Miss. My jeep ran out of gas a few miles from here. Guess I didn’t realize how deep the snow was getting. Is it okay if I come in?”
Summer knew that she should never let a stranger inside her home. She had lived in the city long enough to know better. But the man looked so helpless and so cold. She nervously replied, “Yes, do come in. Let’s get you out of the bitter cold.”
The two of them sat in silence and listened to the sound of the brisk, cold wind outside and they watched the pure, white snow fall leisurely to the ground. Summer, feeling warm and very accommodating from the wine and the food, remembered the hot tub that she had had installed last summer. “Excuse me for a minute,” she said, and went into the bathroom to set up for a steamy bubbly bath, hoping that her sexy guest would join her. For that extra sensual touch, she lit a few scented candles around the room.