Page 89 of Single Girl Rules: HoHoHo

“Everyone ready?” called Daddy from the hallway.

“Almost,” I called back. “Just give us a couple hours.”

“Hours?!”

“Fine. I’ll try to hurry.”

I didn’t. I had Ash try on like twenty different bikinis. Andthen we braided each other’s hair and played with our make-up.

Around 10:25 we finally pulled on our snowsuits and emerged. Ifigured that was late enough to make us miss any potential massacre, but not lateenough to make me seem like a total asshole.

“Sorry, Daddy!” I said. “I just wanted to make sure I lookedbeautiful in honor of Motorboatin’ Moe.”

“You always look beautiful, princess.”

True.

Slavanka joined up with us in the great room – she’d gottenready in two seconds and then gone back to play with her nesting dolls. We practicallyhad to pull her away from playing with her toys under the Christmas tree. And thenwe all headed downstairs to the ski lift. Since the tower was halfway down themountain, the only way to get there was to take the ski lift up to the atriumand then ski down to the tower.

“Damn it,” said Daddy as we stepped off the elevator. Or…triedto. The line for the ski lift was so long that there wasn’t much room for us toget off. “What’s going on here?” He stood on his tiptoes to try to see over theridiculously long line.

The Christmas music was being drowned out by all the chatter.

“I’ll check it out, sir,” said Ghostie. He walked to thefront of the line and then came back a second later. “Apparently during theirmorning inspection they found that someone cut the ski lift cables like 75% ofthe way. He said the repair is almost done. Service should resume in about tenminutes.”

Cut the ski lift cables? 75% of the way?That sounded suspiciouslylike step 1 of theHome Aloneplan we’d come up with.

I glanced at Ash, but she had no reaction to it.

Right.She’d been on banana juice that night, so shehad no recollection of anything we’d planned.

“You girls can go sit in the lounge while we wait,” said Daddy.“I’ll hold our place in line.”

Teddybear stayed in line to guard him, while Ghostie walkedwith us over to the lounge area.

“Did you do that?” I asked Ghostie on the way over.

“The cut cables? Nope. What kind of psychopath do you think Iam? It was probably Isabella’s work.”

“I guess so.” That made sense. A full-frontal assault againstour three-family alliance would be suicide. And even if she survived it, herdaddy would punish her by throwing her out of the family. But if we allhappened to perish in a tragic ski lift accident? Isabella couldn’t get introuble for that.

I was about to sit down, but Ghostie grabbed my wrist andpulled me against his chest. He looked over his shoulder to make sure Daddywasn’t looking, and then he kissed me.

God I’d missed his kisses. Especially the ones all over mybody.

I melted into him as he bit my lower lip.

If there had been some mistletoe above us, I would have beentempted to drop to my knees.

Ghostie pulled back far too soon, cradling my face in his hands.

“What was that for?” I asked. “You already gave me an amazingChristmas present last night.”

He lowered his eyebrows. “It wasbecauseof lastnight. You kissed the banana king.”

I shrugged. Yeah, I’d kissed the banana king. I’d also shovedhis cock and a bunch of other men’s cocks down my throat a few times. What wasthe problem?

“How many times do I need to remind you?” he asked.

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