Holly:Eye rollno, to see Owen.
Morticia:No don't do it, you're too young! You have so much more to live for than a dickwad billionaire. He doesn't even like your holiday.
Holly:I can make him like it. I have all those super-duper sexy outfits I bought drunk shopping. I can make even the most hard-core grinch sing Christmas carols if I walk up wearing a sexy candy cane outfit.
Morticia:Oh right, the candy cane stripper outfit with the matching pole. Honestly, for someone who complains they never have any space or money, you sure have a lot of stuff.
Holly:It's a collapsible pole. I use it for exercise.
Morticia:You hear that? That's the sound of me choking because I’m laughing so hard.
Holly:I'm going if only because I need some positive affirmation that I am a sexy desirable woman.
Morticia:I was in the studio today. He definitely desires you.
I swiped the key card and pressed the button for Owen's floor. What was I going to say to him? “Hi, I need you to light up my Christmas tree?” “Hi, I'm Holly, and I'm horny?”
But when the elevator doors opened, it looked as if Owen had already found someone to not just light his Christmas tree but set it on fire. There was Sloane, in a super-sexy elf costume with thigh-high stiletto boots, locking lips with Owen.
“Well then,” I said, stepping back on the elevator and mashing the buttons until the door closed. “That's awkward. And unexpected.”
Holly:Owen's making out with Sloane.
Morticia:I knew he had bad taste.
Holly:What do I do?
Morticia:Key his car.
Holly:I'm not going to key his car. That's crazy! Ugh now it's going to be awkward.
Morticia:When are you not awkward?
Holly:I was dreaming of a whitecoughFrost Christmaslonely warbling intensifies
Morticia:315 days until Halloween, 315 days until Halloween.
I paced around in the penthouse living room, nursing a glass of Owen's expensive liquor that I had stolen from his bar. I felt stupid for even thinking I had a chance with him. Then I was angry. He had definitely been flirting with me in his condo. He kissed my neck first and did that thing with his tongue on my hand. I wasn't going to be the one moping around like a sad sack. Owen needed to be taken down a peg. He was like one of those self-absorbed alphahole billionaires in those romance novels I always told myself I was never going to read another one of and then totally did.
I marched to the elevator, tapped my foot as it slowly took me to the next floor down. Sloane wasn't in the foyer when I stepped off the elevator.
“I guess they took their little Christmas sex pageant to the bedroom,” I fumed and pounded on the door and mashed the doorbell. I was mid mash when it swung open. Owen was rubbing at his face with a towel.
“Oh, I'm sorry,” I said in my best sassy voice. “Did I interrupt?”
“No,” Owen said, frowning.
“Oh.”
My whole speech went out the window. I had been expecting drama, fireworks, maybe even a girl-on-girl fight, though in this corset, I figured my odds weren't that great.
“Well, I—” I looked up awkwardly at the ceiling.
Owen licked his lips. “What are you doing here?” he asked, his deep voice flowing round me.
“I, um—I was just going to—” I panicked and flailed. “Ask you about the company holiday event because I'm working for you now.” I looked down at my feet. “And I guess that means I shouldn't sleep with you.”
“Am I supposed to pretend I didn't hear that?” he said, voice dropping an octave.
