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just couldn't face admitting she'd never skied, it was too lame.
    ‘Go and talk to him tomorrow. It’ll be fine, stop stressing.’ Pippa yawned. ‘Or you could learn tomorrow, have some kind of crash course in the basics.’
    Was that even possible? Holly briefly considered the option, mad as she knew it probably was.
    ‘I’m not sure about that. But Pips, hang on. One other thing I need to ask you - do you have any idea who the hacker might be? I was wondering if, you know, Steve might have done it as a joke.’
    ‘You think Steve did it?’ Pippa’s tone was sharp now.
    ‘I don’t know, it was just a possibility,’ Holly backtracked, feeling guilty. ‘Sorry, look, give my love to Steve and the bump and if you can think of anyone who might have done this can you let me know?’
    ‘Okay, I will. Now take care and stop stressing. ‘Night.’
    ‘’Night,’ Holly replied and pressed the red button to end the call.
    Great, so where did that leave her? She would just have to find Scott and tell him, explain her accounts had been hacked. Sure, she’d put skiing on her CV as one of her hobbies but everyone lied a
little
bit on those kinds of things. He wouldn’t mind, surely.
    Thinking of Scott reignited the spark of desire still smouldering since his ‘kiss’ earlier. Would she get a repeat performance? She hoped so. She still ached for him, needed him inside her. Why oh why had she told him she didn’t want sex yet?
    When she went back up to the party he was nowhere to be found. Relief mixed with anxiety at the postponement. Now it would be hanging over her head all night. Great.
    She’d tell him tomorrow, he’d be fine about it. Of course he would.
    ***
    The skis carried her effortlessly over the glittering snow and Holly grinned across at Scott who skied next to her. He smiled back at her, a sexy smile that promised very exciting things.
    When she turned back to the snowy horizon she could see dark obstacles lying ahead in the snow. She looked down at the ground to see her skis had vanished and old tin trays were strapped to her feet instead.
    Damn. It was a dream. Of course she was dreaming, after all she couldn’t actually ski. She wobbled, her balance faltering. Scott had disappeared up ahead before she could call to him and she tumbled over onto the hard impacted snow, banging her head with a force that left her reeling.
    Holly sat bolt upright, chest tight and breaths coming in great gulps. A killer headache thumped away in her head, accompanied by a powerful emotion, a familiar sense of not being good enough.
    It was just a dream. It didn’t mean anything…
She looked at the time - it was only four am. She played Angry Birds on her phone to keep her mind from racing, only falling asleep again just ten minutes before her alarm went off.
    ***
    When Scott failed to appear at breakfast she decided to find him in his office. Her heart thumped painfully hard, sleep deprivation exacerbating her anxiety. There was no answer to her knock so she pushed the door tentatively.
    The office was empty.
    She stared at the chestnut brown leather armchair in the corner.
    Did last night really happen?
    Heat rose in her cheeks as flashback images came to mind. Had she really done
that
? With a man she barely knew. Worse than that, with a man who was her boss!
    Sensing someone behind her, she turned to find Magda staring at her, a malevolent gleam in her eye.
    ‘Oh, Hi Magda, I was just looking for…’
    Magda cut across her. ‘He’s driven to Cortina again, something to do with his latest venture.’
    She pressed her lip-glossed mouth into a smug smile, as if to infer she was party to Scott’s personal confidences. The very thought made Holly feel sick. Were Scott and Magda an item? Or had they been? No, she couldn’t think about it.
    She managed a weak smile. ‘Oh, on New Year's Day?’
    ‘He's very passionate about his work, it means more to him than
anything
else.’ Magda's eyes raked over Holly, sneering