What I thought was just going to be a one-night stand banging my friend’s boss—and hopefully giving her some holiday cheer—ended up being an awakening I didn’t see coming.
An entirely different, deeper level of attraction. One I don’t think I’ve ever felt before.
I need to figure out just what it is, and why I’m feeling it with her. To do that, I need to see her again.
And again.
Andagain.
Even after just one night, I can’t get enough. Trying to rush me out the door? She nearly tore my heart right out of my chest.
“Fine.” She lets out a deep sigh. “But I can almost guarantee you, this is just a fling.”
That’s what she thinks.
With a grin, I bring my face lower to hers, as if I’m about to kiss her. Her eyes flutter, but I stop an inch away.
“I’ll take thatalmostand prove you wrong, gorgeous,” I practically purr. “Now, how about I cook us some breakfast?”
Her eyebrows furrow, and she rolls her eyes.
My snakes disapprove of me teasing her too, several of them hissing in my ear. I let out a chuckle, teasingly asking, “What’s wrong, did you want a kiss? I thought you wanted me gone only a few minutes ago. Or do you want to cook breakfast?”
She reaches up, her hands wrapping around the back of my neck. “Just shut up and come here.”
Well, she doesn’t have to tell me twice.
It’s been a few days since I convinced Holly to give me her number and see me again. Today is our first actual date—and I’ve got a festive surprise set up for her.
As I pull up to her house, I see her waiting on the front steps. Even though she’s done work for the day, she’s still in business attire.
Come to think of it, even on the weekend, after our hookup, she was dressed very business casual. Maybe that’s just her style.
I park the car, hurrying out of it as she approaches. Her eyes narrow as I travel around the car to the passenger side, opening the door just as she reaches it.
As she slides in, she says, “How gentlemanly of you.”
“Anything for you, dollface.” I wink, shutting the door.
I get back into the driver’s seat, quickly pulling away before she can change her mind and hop out.
“So, where are we going?” Holly asks, watching the road.
Well, I can’t give it awayjustyet. “Something came to my attention when I was leaving your house on Saturday.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I can see her turn her head to look at me. “That doesn’t answer my questionat all, Felix.”
Okay, note to self, Holly doesn’t seem to enjoy beating around the bush. Will remember that for next time.
“You need a Christmas tree,” I tell her, turning my tone more serious. “I noticed on my way out that you don’t have one set up. You need one.”
Maybe if I match her intensity, she’ll takemeseriously.
She shakes her head. “I really, really don’t.”
Reaching over, I take one of her hands in one mine. “You do. It’s not Christmas without one.”
“Thatisthe point,” she reminds me, but she doesn’t take her hand from me.
