I also love that he wants to be here because Sapphire Falls would be more fun than a Denver party.
But I stupidly reply,Don’t kiss anyone else.
It’s probably the spiked punch I’m drinking. I’m going to blame it on that anyway.
I have absolutely zero right to tell him not to kiss anyone else. If he said it to me, I’d…
Probably get tingles, smile, and then say something flirty and teasing.
I wouldn’t be offended. I would find it possessive and hot, and it would further prove that I’m being really stupid about this guy who I shouldn’t be feeling anything for other than maybe mild admiration.
Can’t even imagine thatis his reply a moment later.
Hell, I get tingles just from that.
Then he adds:I’d like it very much if you didn’t even smile at anyone else. You’re really fucking gorgeous when you smile.
Yep, tingles. I knew it.
Then he adds,You’re also really fucking gorgeous when you come for me.
Oh, dammit. I squeeze my thighs together. Right there on a stool in the middle of theverycrowded Come Again bar.
No pun intended.
I start to type, but another message arrives before I even getYou’retyped in.
If you were here with me, I’d have you spread out on my bed and would time your orgasm with the last chime at midnight so the first thing you do in the new year is scream my name.
What the hell am I supposed to do about this guy?
I can picture that vividly. I don’t need to know a single detail about his bedroom to have a very graphic image in my head because I know that if I were there, I wouldn’t be focused on anything other than this man anyway.
I swallow and type in,DEFINITELY don’t do that with anyone else.
Everett:Absolutely not.
I was so disappointed that he had to leave on December twenty-seventh and that he didn’t say when he would be back.
We’d spent the holiday out in the town, with my family, doing all the classic Christmas things. There were more board games, lots of food, Christmas movies, gift exchange, caroling, and more time down at the Come Again with old friends.
We did have more late-night time in the kitchen, too, but Jefferson, Harlow, Carver, and Kaelyn all slept over on Christmas Eve, which was for the best. No more buttercream on body parts.
But we’d had fun. A lot of fun. He’d fit right in and had seemed so happy.
I’d loved that.
And he and Graham and Carver and my dad are so excited about Jack Bennett’s interest and the interest of Sofia’s father in New Mexico that I’malmostnot as jealous of the gorgeous woman who Everett will see sometime next week according to the company calendar.
I don’t text him to not kiss anyone else next week either, but I want to.
Everett:I was at a party where I saw a couple of investors. And I also wished you were here to talk to them about IES. Because you’re amazing at that. Plus then I could have kissed you at midnight. Because one, I wouldn’t be your boss yet and B. youhave tokiss someone at midnight so it’s not an HR problem or anything.
I laugh as I read his message. One and B? This doesn’t sound like the usual put-together Everett Clark.
Everett:And now I’ve eaten the last of the Christmas cookies your mom sent home with me and that sucks. Did you know she doesn’t have mail-order options?
I start to type that yes, I do know that when another message comes in.
