“And it doesn't include finishing what we started last night?” I asked, slowly approaching her to see if she would back away.
She didn't.
I wrapped my arms around Holly, pulling her into a kiss. Her hands left the sheet to wrap around my neck. The sheet slid down, exposing her tits. Unable to contain my desire, I decorated her skin with light kisses from her collarbone to the swell of her breasts. Holly gasped then moaned.
I pulled the rest of the sheet down. That snapped her out of the spell.
“I need to shower!” she practically shouted and ran to the bathroom, slamming the door.
“Are you all right?”
“Yep, perfect! Never better! I'll make you breakfast when I'm done.”
Rudolph padded into the room. He had a scrap of lacy black cloth in his mouth.
“Drop it,” I told the puppy, reaching for him.
He zigged around me and scratched at the door. Holly opened it, and Rudolph squeezed inside.
“How come the dog gets to come in?” I complained.
“He's cute, and he gets separation anxiety,” she called.
“But he ripped your underwear.”
“You did that.”
I snorted, wondering what she would do if I just opened the door and invited myself inside. But no. The first time with her needed to be perfect, not a quickie on the vanity.
“Just sit tight,” Holly said. “I'm going to make you a bacon pie for breakfast.”
“A bacon pie?”
“Yes. Corn, cheddar, bacon, pickled onions. It's amazing.”
I blew out a breath. My phone rang before my dick could talk me out of waiting for a better moment to fuck Holly. I went downstairs to take the call.
Dana was on the line. “Don't forget that we're doingThe Christmas Bake-Offat your holiday party in a few days,” she reminded me. “Please make sure your employees have signed waivers.”
“Are the contestants going to give my employees food poisoning?” I demanded. “TheTechBizrepresentatives are going to be there. They cannot have food poisoning. I'll be at the bottom of the rankings.”
“Who knows?” Dana sighed. “With all the backstabbing going on, anything could happen.”
“We should get together with Penny and Holly to talk about the holiday party,” I said.
“What does Holly have to do with it?” Dana asked.
“She's helping us with increasing our fun rating in theTechBizcompetitions.”
Dana was silent, then she said, “Owen, you cannot date one of the contestants. And now you have her working for you? Are you even paying her?”
“Uh—”
“At least don't sleep with her until the competition is over.”
“Define sleeping with?”
“For goodness' sake, Owen.”
