“Since you're the self-proclaimed prince of winter, we're going to test that out,” I told him. “All your employees love dogs and animals. We're going to make you the star of a little fundraiser. I think I can make it go viral too. I'll have to see how much your employees pimp it out on social media.”
“What do I have to do?” he asked.
“Now thatisa surprise. But don't worry, it's going to be epic.”
“I’m a little worried. I'm also a little worried that the winter festival won't be fun enough. You said that a holiday party should have booze.”
“The actual booze-soaked holiday party is what's happening withThe Great Christmas Bake-Off,” I explained. “We're having it in the main lobby, which I've poured my heart and soul into decorating. There will be themed cocktails, desserts, and other snacks. Everyone loves it when their boss pays for food and alcohol.”
Owen scowled.
“I know you hate Christmas,” I said, exasperated, “but I'm trying to help you here.”
“It's not that,” he said. “I just hate that Sloane will be there.” He grabbed my hands. “I hope you don't think there was ever anything between her and me.”
“She was sucking your face in the hallway, but you’re a big boy, and lord knows I've made questionable decisions.”
“The only woman I ever want is you.” Owen said then crushed his mouth to mine.
36
Owen
Kissing Holly was like drinking hot chocolate: smooth, creamy, filling and warming my insides. I wanted to steal her away to a cabin somewhere and make love to her as the snow fell softly outside and a fire roared in the hearth. Just the two of us, together.
“So you're okay with the plans?” she said softly.
Sex in a cabin? Absolutely. But…
“Right, the winter festival. Yes, that sounds fine.”
“I guess I'd better go get started then,” she said.
I pulled Holly into another kiss. She tasted like gingerbread and spices.
“We could just go away,” I offered.
“I have the bake-off tomorrow. We're supposed to go shopping,” she whispered against my mouth.
“You could skip it,” I replied. “Quit the bake-off. We'll go to a chalet in Switzerland.”
She giggled. “You just don't want to judge anymore!” She squeezed my arm. “Besides, I need to work on helping you win thatTechBizcontest. It's important.”
“I suppose,” I said, pulling her in for another kiss, reveling in the way she melted against me.
“Also, um—” She looked down.
I pulled her chin up. “What?”
“I think I need your credit card again.” She smiled sheepishly.
I pulled it out and handed it to her.
“It's okay to use this one? It's not maxed out?” she said, inspecting it.
I shrugged. “It doesn't have a limit. It also has some sort of concierge service attached. I never use it, but it's part of the monthly fee. You should try it out so I get my money's worth.”
Holly looked slightly shocked. I leaned down and pressed my mouth to hers.
