Red Red Wine
By Jess Dee
4.5/5
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Andrew Stafford’s five relaxing days on a much-needed holiday in wine country turns even more delicious when he arrives at the hotel and meets the woman of his dreams. She’s everything he’s ever wanted, but there’s a problem. She’s carrying a wedding dress—hers—making her totally off-limits.
Tori Worthing used to feel like the luckiest woman alive. Now, jilted by her fiancé and heartbroken, she finds comfort and pleasure in the arms of a stranger, a place she never thought she’d be. It’s a rebound affair—nothing more—and it’ll end when the week is over.
But when that time comes, Andrew is reluctant to let go—which he knows is crazy. But no one ever said love was sane.
Each story in the Days of Wine and Roses Series is standalone story that can be enjoyed in any order.
Series Order:
Novella #1: Summer Wine
Book #2: Red Red Wine
Book #3: Kisses Sweeter Than Wine
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- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5New author for me. Yes, there's lots of sex in this short novel/long novella, but the other interaction between hero and heroine was enough for me to believe in their love. I very much liked the author's voice and would like to read more by this author.
Rating: 8/10
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Red Red Wine - Jess Dee
Red Red Wine
Days of Wine and Roses Series
Jess Dee
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.
Copyright © 2014 by Jess Dee. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce, distribute, or transmit in any form or by any means. For information regarding subsidiary rights, please contact the Publisher.
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eBook ISBN 9781640630338
paperback ISBN 9781548258702
Manufactured in the United States of America
First Edition August 2014
Re-release July 2017
Table of Contents
Dedication
With Thanks
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
About the Author
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Chapter One
Andrew Stafford walked through the doorway and ground to a surprised stop. Looking for something?
Blake Seymour raised a finger without looking up. Give me a minute and we’ll talk.
Oh, take your time,
Andrew drawled. I’ll pretend this isn’t my office and that isn’t my chair or my computer. No worries.
His business partner took him at his word, paying him no attention whatsoever. He hit a few keys, grinned at the computer screen, then sat back with a satisfied smirk.
Andrew squinted, knowing that expression all too well.
The computer gave a familiar ding, and Blake’s smirk broadened. He took the iPad from beside the computer, opened the cover and tapped on the screen. After swiping his finger a few times, he typed something only he could see, waited a few seconds and pressed down on the power button. A minute later he set the tablet down and finally acknowledged Andrew with an extended hand.
Phone, please.
Andrew narrowed his eyes. My computer and iPad aren’t enough?
Blake wiggled his finger, pointing at himself. C’mon. Hand it over. It’s important.
Andrew gave him the phone.
Excellent.
Blake didn’t so much as glance at it. He slipped it straight into his pocket.
Um…
Jeez, so much for having blind faith in the man he’d worked with for over nine years.
Problem?
Blake asked.
You tell me. You just shut down my iPad, stole my iPhone and did God knows what to my desktop.
Shut it down,
Blake supplied helpfully.
Right. Shut it down.
Andrew nodded calmly, as though Blake usurping his desk and switching off his electronics were daily occurrences.
Don’t worry. I got you another phone.
Blake held it out to him.
Andrew stared, perplexed, at the very dated Nokia. He was so used to smartphones, he doubted he even remembered how to use a model like this.
I got you a SIM card too, with your number.
Blake looked exceedingly proud of himself. Activated it a couple of hours ago.
He checked his watch. There’s no Internet access, but the mobile line should be connected by three. So don’t worry. You won’t be on the road without a phone.
Andrew gaped, at a loss. Since I hadn’t planned on being on the road at all today, I never saw that as a worry.
Here you go. You’ll need these too.
Blake tossed him a set of keys, and Andrew caught them just in time, almost dropping the Nokia in the process.
He did a quick mental rundown of the rest of his day. Conference call at two. Meeting at Onyx Solutions at three thirty. Then off to his parents to check on them and the nurse he’d employed to monitor his dad’s pneumonia and keep an eye on his mum’s tendency to wander.
The longest he’d be driving were the twenty-minute trips from here to Onyx, and from Onyx to his folks. From there it was ten minutes home. Granted, he spent almost every minute in the car on his phone, but he’d never considered the trips from one meeting to another as being on the road
.
Besides, if he was going to be on the phone while driving this afternoon, he wanted his iPhone. Not the piece-of-crap antique he currently held.
He set the Nokia and keys on the desk and looked at his friend. I think you’ve been spending too much time with Lily.
One of Blake’s lovers. The man had two, and all three were crazy about one another.
Lucky bastard. Andrew would be happy with one.
Blake grinned. No such thing, mate. If anything, I’m not spending enough time with her.
Yeah? Well, you’re sure acting like her right now.
He searched for the right word. Loopy.
Lil’s only loopy when you don’t understand what’s going on in her head.
"I don’t understand what’s going on in your head."
I’m taking control. Making executive decisions.
Andrew snorted. Yeah, right.
Blake was way too laid-back to ever take control or make executive decisions. He preferred to take on the creative role in their partnership, come up with ideas, motivate and excite their staff. It was Andrew who controlled the day-to-day running of the company, who hired and fired and ultimately made decisions. Their roles had always worked fine for both of them—up until right now.
Fair dinkum, Ando, for the rest of the week, I’m in control. I’m making decisions, and you’re going along with them, no questions asked.
Yeah, right. Andrew knew the disbelief was clear on his face.
You’re taking a break, mate. Getting out of Sydney for the long weekend. And…you don’t get to have a say in the matter.
Laughter boomed from Andrew’s chest. A break? Really?
As if he could take time out of his life right now. As if he could leave his desk with the deal with Onyx looming, or walk away from his parents while they were both in crisis.
Given the opportunity, he’d head for the hills in a heartbeat. Or Europe. Get as far away from reality as he could. Hell, Mars sounded good at this point. But the thing about reality was you couldn’t ever get away from it, and much as Andrew needed a break, he couldn’t take one. Not with the kind of responsibility he currently shouldered.
Blake pointed at the keys. Those fit the door to my private suite at the Rolling Hills. The rest of the hotel is booked up for the long weekend, so it’s the only room available. You are gonna take your ass up to the Hunter Valley today, enjoy the wine country and forget about anything to do with Sydney until Monday afternoon, when you can come home again.
Andrew opened his mouth to object, but Blake spoke over him.
Your meeting with Onyx is postponed ’til Tuesday morning, ten thirty, and I’ve just put the phone down from Martin and Hugh. Conference call is over. We chatted earlier than you’d planned.
What the fuck—
Quit panicking. No one died in the process. We managed fine without you, and Martin’s going ahead with the software development. He already has the specs. If he needs anything else, he’ll phone.
Blake pointed to himself. Me. Because you, my friend, are out of commission for the next five days.
He rose, picked up Andrew’s briefcase and handed it to him. Go home, Ando. Pack a bag and drive up to the Hunter. Have a bottle of wine on me. Hell, have a case of my best.
As the new owner of the hotel and winery, Blake bragged that all his wines were the best. Relax, unwind and take a break. You need it.
Yeah, right. As if. My parents—
Your parents are fine. They’re in good hands. Soon as the day shift ends, the night nurse is coming in. It’s all organized. And your old man says have a good weekend and don’t even think about visiting before you leave.
I can’t just go.
Jesus, he had a mountain of paperwork. He’d been looking forward to coming in to an empty office on Saturday just so he wouldn’t be interrupted.
Yeah, you can.
No—
Ando, you’re twenty-nine, and at the rate you’re going, you’re not gonna make thirty.
He tapped Andrew’s chest. You’re a heart attack waiting to happen.
Andrew pursed his lips, powerless to argue. His blood pressure was way out of whack, and his doctor had threatened to put him on medication if it hadn’t dropped in the next two weeks. The ulcer currently threatening his gut didn’t help matters either. Andrew lived on a staple diet of Zantac and Tums.
But then what twenty-nine-year-old in his position wouldn’t? Andrew not only shouldered the weight of a multimillion-dollar business, he also watched his parents’ health diminish on a daily basis. The two issues prevented him from sharing Blake’s devil-may-care attitude.
An attitude Andrew envied.
I’ve spoken to Maria, the hotel receptionist. The room’s ready for you, and room service is available anytime you need it. Bill’s on me, tipping is on you. Take a book and get the hell out of Sydney for a while.
Fuck, it sounded tempting. So damn tempting. But there was no way he could put aside the three reports that needed typing up, the contract he had to send through to legal and the mountain of paperwork piling up on his desk. A book? You have my iPad, remember?
He hadn’t read a paperback in years. It was way easier reading on one of his apps.
Blake shot him an easy grin. Got that angle covered too.
He grabbed a leather-bound…something from the desk and offered it to Andrew. My Kindle. Feel free to download as many books as you want. They’re also on me. And consider Amazon your only access to the net this weekend. Otherwise you’ll feel compelled to work.
Andrew wanted to scoff at his partner. He also wanted to laugh at the idea of escaping his life for a few days. But he did neither. The thought of getting away was far too tempting.
He rubbed a hand over his jaw. You’re serious about this?
’Course I am. Thing is, I need you alive. No way I can handle the business without you. And if you carry on pushing yourself the way you have been, you’re going to kill yourself. Slowly but surely. Which, in the end, works out badly for me. So call it selfish, but yeah. I’m dead serious.
My folks…
Are in good hands. And I’ll phone them every day and visit on Saturday. Besides, your dad told me if you came by the house this weekend, he wouldn’t let you in.
Blake picked up the keys and Nokia and pressed them into Andrew’s chest, leaving him with no choice but to take them. Then he placed his hands on Andrew’s shoulders, turned him around and steered him back towards the door. Go home, pack a bag and get on the road before traffic gets crazy. I’ll see you back here on Tuesday morning.
Tuesday. That gave him five days to do nothing but relax. Which equated to a veritable lifetime of doing sweet bugger-all.
Paradise.
Christ, he wasn’t sure he knew how to relax anymore. Hadn’t tried for so long.
The gardens are incredible, Ando, and the vineyards stretch as far as the eye can see. You’ll come back a new man, I promise.
Blake grinned. ’Specially after a few glasses of my award-winning wines.
If wine could help him forget his problems, he’d gladly indulge in a bottle or two. Or ten. Whatever worked.
Hah,
Blake shouted in triumph. I sense capitulation.
He stuck his head out of the door and yelled, Clear the aisles, people. Ando Stafford is taking a five-day holiday.
With his hands full of the antique phone, Blake’s Kindle and keys, and his briefcase, Andrew did as Blake had announced and walked out of their offices—ignoring the ten staff members who stared at him, slack-jawed, as he went.
…
Andrew only turned down the music’s volume when his navigator announced his destination was ahead on the right. Coldplay, Maroon 5 and the Script had kept him company for most of the drive from the city through the countryside. Tapping the steering wheel in time with the tunes had released some of the tension that knotted his neck and shoulders. Some.
He slowed at the large sign advertising Rolling Hills Vineyard and Boutique Hotel, and took the necessary turn onto the estate. The Range Rover nosed its way up a long, narrow road, surrounded on both sides by row upon row of vineyards. Lush green leaves shimmered in the breeze, but it was the wrong time of the year for fruit. The grapes had long since been harvested.
Five minutes and thousands of vines later, he pulled in to the car park in front of a stunning, modern, glass-and-wood lodge. He nodded appreciatively. Blake had made a great purchase buying the place. Andrew almost wished he’d thought of it too. But then owning a vineyard and small hotel while managing their business