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I scan the crowd and notice a couple standing near the silent auction, barely able to keep their hands off one another.
I nod in their direction. “You know he’s going to be giving her the old Christmas goose in the limo ride home.”
We continue this game back and forth, each trying to outdo the other by coming up with Christmas innuendos and assigning them to the people around us.
“He wants to lick those sugarplums,” Alexis says.
“You know those two like to get sweaty in the workshop,” I counter.
“He’s going to spin her like a dreidel.”
"She wants to polish his North Pole."
We are beside ourselves with laughter, ignoring the quizzical looks of the people around us. I haven't joked around like this with anyone in so long. In fact, I can't remember the last time.
Alexis leans close as our laughter dies down. The electricity sparking between us could light the Christmas tree in Rockefeller Center for a hundred years. I want nothing more than to lean in and close the short distance between our lips.
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For a moment, I think that Nick will kiss me, but instead, he pushes back from the table and announces that he needs another drink. He's already on his feet and moving through the crowd of people standing around before I can stop him.
It was the perfect moment. Why wouldn't he kiss me? I've given him every hint and signal I can think of to let him know I'm interested. Hell, he watched me come with his name on my lips. How else can I make it any clearer that I want him?
I decide to take a moment and head to the lady’s room to splash some water on my face. Maybe it will help to calm my raging libido.
I start to make my way to the doors that lead out to the hallway and the restrooms we passed on our way in. But I barely make it a few steps before someone grabs my hand and spins me around. My heart leaps, thinking it's Nick, realizing his mistake, but when I turn, it's no one I recognize.
“I’ve been dying for a moment to speak with you all night,” the guy says.
He's cute, despite the apparent air about him that tells me he knows he's good-looking.
"Well," I glance down at his hand, holding mine. "I guess you caught me."
“I’m Jasper.” He lifts our hands and kisses the top of mine.
Did he really just do that?
I resist the urge to roll my eyes. “I’m—not interested, but thanks anyway.”
His grip on my hand tightens, and I wince slightly in pain. "Don't be that way. I'm just trying to get to know you."
I try to pull my hand from his, but his grip only gets tighter. If he wanted to, I think he could break my hand.
“I told you before I’m not interested.”
Jasper opens his mouth, but instead of some flippant comment I'm expecting from him, he yowls in pain. The music playing is too loud for most guests to notice, but some of the ones standing closest to us hear him.
Nick is standing behind Jasper, and he has Jasper's other arm wrenched up behind his back.
“I believe the young woman said she wasn’t interested.”
"Fuck off, old man," Jasper hisses but winces as Nick pulls his arm higher.
