As I exit Holly’s office, I accidentally make eye contact with Joy. Damn it, I wanted to slip out of here unnoticed.
“Hey—” she whisper-shouts, and I slow my steps. “You didn’t think totell meyou’rebangingmy boss?”
I blink at her. “Can we discuss this another time?”
“Oh, you’resobusy right now?” Joy mocks, standing up and leaning on her desk.
Her wings flutter behind her as she stares me down. While I actually do have time to explain this, I don’t think this is the right location for that conversation.
“I’m about to go set up a surprise for Holly, so yes, I am busy. We can talk later, I promise.”
“It’s not…just fucking?” Before I can fully turn my attention away from her, her eyes soften. “You seem pretty serious about her.”
My heart beats a bit faster in my chest. “Ifeelpretty serious about her.”
“It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you like this,” Joy says, sitting back down. “Does she feel the same?”
All I can do is shrug. “We’ll find out soon enough. I hope so, though.”
“I hope so too.” She gives me a reassuring smile.
Walking away, I dart into the elevator. There’s one stop I want to make before I go to Holly’s house to wait for her.
One Iknowshe’ll hate initially, but end up loving.
I can hear it now, the way she’ll tell me she’sabsolutely not watching a Christmas movie.
How will I convince her?
Simple—hot chocolate, and using every ounce of my charm.
CHAPTER 11
HOLLY
“There is absolutelynoway I am watching a Christmas movie tonight.” I cross my arms in front of me.
Felix sets the bag he was carrying on my coffee table. Turning to me, he runs his hands down my arms, gently prying them apart to take my hands in his.
He has that look in his eyes, the one that makes my knees weak and lowers my guard. “I thought you said you’d trust me.”
“Well, now I’m regretting even opening the door for you,” I grumble, but there’s little truth to that.
Even though I’m going to do everything in my power tonotwatch a Christmas movie, I do want him here.
I like having him around. I just like…him. More than I want to. On a deeper level than I thought I would.
The closer we get to the end of the holidays, the better…but it also means saying goodbye to him. We agreed to a fling, so that’s all it is.
All it can be.
“Regret not—I brought hot chocolate.” He pulls out a container, setting it down proudly. “And…Christmassweaters.”
I shake my head. “No.”
“Yes.” He nods, grinning from ear to ear as he holds one up to me. “Put it on, you’ll look so good.”
Oh, I know I’ll look good in it, but I don’t want to bein it. Grudgingly, I grab it between my fingertips, holding it away from me as if it’s diseased.
