Matt
The pans of the cheese straws were in the oven, and Merrie had just carefully folded the egg whites into the slightly cooled eggnog. Kringle was sitting in front of the oven, nose almost pressed to the glass watching the cheese straws bake.
Merrie was completely focused on her town hall snacks. Almost too focused.
I probably had been too forward with her.
You’re lucky you didn’t scare her off. She was just being nice to you.
She was the one who brought up hand jobs. She wasn’t just being nice; she was clearly flirting with you.
Not to mention, she hadn’t left when I had wrapped my arms around her. It had felt so right to have her softness pressed close to me. I wanted to hold her in my arms again, inhale her sugar-and-spice smell.
I don’t know why you’re so obsessed with her, I scolded myself as I wiped down the counter.You can’t sleep with the girl who owes you rent.
But why not? She wasn’t an employee.
The timer beeped. Merrie opened the oven door, and the smell of the spicy cheese straws filled the kitchen.
“Perfect!” she sang out.
I helped her slide the trays onto cooling racks.
She snagged one of the hot cheese straws and bit off a piece.
“Yum,” she said, making this little moaning sound that went straight to my cock. “Try it.” She held out the other half of the cheese straw to me. This time I leaned forward and took it from her fingers, my lips lightly brushing her fingertips.
She trembled slightly at the contact and bit her lip. I wanted to kiss her.
Control yourself. Your company’s future is on the line, and all you can think about is a hookup.
“We have our secret weapon all ready to go?” I asked as Merrie grabbed another cheese straw and stuffed it in her mouth, still looking at me.
She nodded while she chewed furiously. “These are our secret weapons, but I have a super-duper extra-special weapon of Christmas cheer.”
She pulled two large white boxes off the shopping cart and handed one to me. “That one’s yours. Get changed!”
She trotted down the hall to the guest bedroom with the other box in her hand. Kringle whined at my feet.
“Yeah, I’m not feeling great about an outfit being a secret weapon either,” I told him. I fished out another bottle of rum from my collection.
“I cannot lose this deal.” Then I opened the fridge, where the stockpot of eggnog was cooling, and poured half the bottle in.
“I’m sure the alcohol Merrie put in cooked off,” I explained to the dog, who seemed a bit reproachful, or maybe he was just hungry. “I need the town to be good and sloshed so they will vote to approve my development.”
Then I went down the hall to see what the hell she wanted me to wear.
“Fuck no,” I said when I looked at myself in the mirror after pulling on the costume Merrie had given me. It was a literal Nutcracker costume complete with white pants, knee-high black boots, and a red and green jacket with gold accents. There was even a sword.
Merrie rapped on the master suite door. “Are you decent and festive?”
Kringle wagged his tail and barked.
“I cannot wear this,” I said when Merrie opened the door and poked her head in.
Her eyes widened, and her mouth parted slightly.
“You look really fucking hot,” she blurted.
