Page 44 of Unwrapped

“Nice rack.” His eyes lower.

The neckline of my sleep shirt hangs down giving him a view of my lush breasts and dusky nipples.

Looking left, I grab my boot and fling it at his head. He ducks and Sally gasps as it crashes against the wall.

“She’s terribly cranky until she has her first cup of coffee.”

“Nah, I think it’s just her personality,” he drawls.

“Get out!”I hate him. Loathe him. Despise him.He’s wearing slacks and dress some socks. His feet are rucked into Gucci loafers and he’s wearing a buttoned-down shirt. He’s a million bucks and I’m sweating on the carpet with serious bedhead.

“Gladly. You were the once screaming all alone in your bedroom. I bet that happens often.”

I gasp.

“You wish. I happen to be a screamer.” I rise, feeling strangely bold, sauntering forward. “He went out the window.”

“Sure, he did, cupcake. You might want to hide any sex toys, so housekeeping doesn’t find them.” He gestures to the vibrator peeking out from under the bed.

“So? I’m not ashamed. If men knew how to please their woman; we wouldn’t need them.” I snarl because he sounds just as sexy talking to me as he did in my dream.

“Oh, I know how to please my woman,” he winks, shutting the door and I pick up my other boot, throwing it just because it feels good when the sound of it hitting the door reaches my ears.

“Are you okay?”

I didn’t even notice Sally had sat in the armchair by the fire.

“No. What in the hell did you put in the eggnog last night? I had a sex dream. About Santa! I’m sick. Going to hell.”

“You did?” She seems strangely excited and leans forward. “Tell me more.”

“No.” I pace, wringing my hands. “Who is that guy anyway?” I nod down the hall.

“Our newest guest.”

“What?” I pause. Then pick the clothes I dropped so carelessly last night off the floor. “I’m leaving. Checking out.Sayonara.”

“He really gets under your skin, doesn’t he?”

“I can’t stand the man.”

“You’ve met before?”

“In the airport. He’s rude. Arrogant. Knows he’s hot as Hades and I hate men like that.”

“He’s not that bad. He came to visit friends and they kicked him out. He has nowhere else to go.”

I snort. “His friends kicked him out? See? The man’s intolerable.”

“What were you screaming about anyway? I heard you from down the hall when I was fixing Dare’s room. I thought Good Lord there must be an intruder.”

“Nothing. It was a bad dream.”

My heart beat’s faster, feeling trapped in a cage as I remember the way Santa pulled me against his hard lap yesterday. And he was hard. Every inch I could feel anyway. His touch seemed possessive. My cheeks heat as I recall exactly what I had shared with him…what my secret wish was. I sigh, well he made one wish come true already. I asked for trouble. That I wanted to meet trouble for Christmas. He made me feel vulnerable. Exposed. But sharing a wish with a stranger can’t come back to bite me. I shake my head. But to fantasize about him and the man who just walked into my room straight from my dream is very weird. When they morph into the same person it was even weirder.

“I need coffee and a shower. Did you put weed in those cookies because I’ve been having the strangest dreams.”

“Not in the cookies. Maybe a little CBT oil in your bedtime tea.”

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