Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20786 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 104(@200wpm)___ 83(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20786 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 104(@200wpm)___ 83(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
“I’m so sorry.” Her beautiful eyes fall with sadness and I don’t like it.
“Don’t be. I just found my new favorite Holiday.” She smiles, and I can’t imagine going without that smile for the rest of my life. I swallow hard.
“Thank you.”
“Can I get you folks anything to drink? Or are you ready to order?”
“Um. I’ll have a cheeseburger and Coke please, Jess,” I answer.
“Same, please.”
“What’s wrong?” I ask her.
“Christmas is my favorite,” she confesses, biting down on her bottom lip. “I mean, you’ve seen my house, right?”
“Your house?”
“Yes, it’s next door to yours.”
My brows shoot up. “Wait? You live right next door. What the hell? I could have come banging down your door last night. Where were you?”
“Um…”
She wasn’t home that night. The lights were completely off on the inside and there was no car in the driveway. “Please tell me you weren’t with someone else.”
Chapter Seven
Holiday
I pull my hands away from his strong ones. “I told you I wasn’t like that.”
He shakes his head and grabs my hands again. “Fuck. I didn’t mean…The lights were off and I didn’t see a car, so if you weren’t home. I just meant…were you on a date?”
“No. I was hiding from you, dying from embarrassment.” My face turns pinker than it did that day.
He chuckles so deeply my pussy responds by weeping with need between my thighs. “I was inside trying to write with a massive hard-on all night thinking about getting my pretty little pervert alone.”
“I told you I’m not a pervert.” I blush, fighting indignation and embarrassment at the same time.
“Sweetheart, if I was straight staring at your tits while you were talking to me when we just met, what would you think?” His brows lift up with a cocky smirk and I want to kick him in the shins for besting me, and I probably could from under the table and nobody would be any bit the wiser, but he’s too damn cute.
He only adds insult to injury by staring directly at my breasts, licking his lips, and that goes straight to clit like he’s ringing the bell. Match is over, and he freaking won.
“Fair point. I should have looked away, but let’s just say you’re quite impressive in that area.” Yep, this blush is probably forever stained on my face.
“Holiday—I didn’t expect to see you here.” I look up and see Heath with Sandy. She’s cute. Now, they’d make a great couple because they’re both in school and the same age.
“James, this my employee, Heath. This my date and my new neighbor, James Snow.”
“Oh, the rich new guy in town. That makes sense.” My mouth falls open and my chest pounds hard. Did he just insult me? I stare at my supposed friend and employee and then look around; we clearly have garnered the attention of the tables around us.
“Excuse me. What’s that supposed to mean?” James snarls, leaning forward, flexing his fists on the table.
“She wouldn’t give any other guy in town a chance, but bring a rich guy around, and she throws herself at him.”
“Heath, I think it’s best if you don’t come into work for a while.” The words come out shaky as my lips quiver from sadness and shock.
“I’ll do you one better, Santa’s little slut. I quit.” I can feel the tears filling up, ready to spill over.
“You better leave now before I make you leave, boy.”
“Sure thing, old man.” Neither connotation was missed. There was about to be a fight if they continued to speak to each other, and I can’t handle this. All these years of not dating and then the first time, this happens. I just can’t do it.
“I have to go,” I mutter, standing up and leaving the restaurant in a hurry. Blinded by my tears, I run straight into Glen. It must be time for him eat with Sheila before they go home.
“Sweetie, what’s wrong?” he asks, pulling me in for a hug.
“Nothing. I need to go home.” I try to pull away, but he’s not going to let that happen. He’s the only father figure I’ve had over the past few years, and it’s made a huge difference in my life. My rock when things were hard.
“I’ll give you a ride. I’ll message Sheila that I’ll be back,” he explained.
“No, it’s okay. I don’t want you to go through that trouble. My car’s right here.”
“No. I’ll take you home.”
“The hell you will,” James says, coming out of the diner, wrapping my coat around me and dragging me to him. “What’s with every man in this town?”
“Is being a gentleman too difficult for you, Mr. Snow?” Shit, Glen’s a big man, but he’s much older than James and I don’t want them to fight and for him to get hurt.
“It wasn’t him,” I sob, attempting to explain he’s not the reason for my tears.