Page 27 of Mistletoe Omega
“Nope. I don’t want to hear it. You think this is gratitude or pity. You’re wrong on both counts. This is lust. I have feelings toward you, and I am also hugely attracted to you. Read my lips; I want to have sex with you.”
“Jesus, Sam.” His cheeks tinted pink, and he laughed again, taking a step back. “You don’t exactly play fair, do you?”
“Mark it on your calendar. In three weeks’ time you’re gonna fuck my brains out.”
He grimaced. “That would be Christmas day.”
“Perfect. I can’t think of anything else I’d rather have for Christmas.”
His eyes glittered salaciously as he retreated to the doorway. “You’re quite a handful, Sam.”
I sighed and went back to peeling potatoes. I knew that I needed to come clean with him about my pregnancy soon. It wouldn’t be right to sleep with him, if he didn’t know about that little problem of mine. I’d tell him soon. I just wanted to stall a little longer.
Chapter Eight
Graham
“This is a nice tree.” I stood with my hands on my hips, perusing the towering noble in front of me.
Sam leaned in an eyed the price tag. “A hundred dollars? For a tree?”
I grinned. “Nobles cost more.”
“Geez, you could buy so many other things for that amount of money.” He scowled and sipped his hot chocolate. “Are you sure you want to buy the tree here? They didn’t even have marshmallows for the coco,” he whispered.
“I always shop here for my tree. It’s tradition.”
He gave me a little smile. “I see.”
Ever since our conversation about Ethan a couple of weeks ago, we’d grown closer. He truly did seem to trust me. If he had the night off, we’d spend the evening cooking meals and watching movies. We were oddly compatible, considering our age difference. We liked a lot of the same things. I wasn’t sure if we got along because Sam was an old soul, or if I was young at heart, but whatever the reason, it worked.
“We tie it to your car for free,” offered the kid who was helping us.
“Still. Unless you actually decorate it for us, I’m not sure it’s worth that much money.” Sam gave me an uneasy glance.
“It is to me.” I turned to the kid. “We’ll take it.” Sam sighed, and I put my arm around his shoulders, inhaling his enticing scent. “It’s a great tree.”
He leaned into me, and my heart squeezed when he put his arm around my waist. “If it makes you happy, then I guess that’s all that matters.”
We followed the guy to where they cut the bottom of the tree, and then we put the noble in the back of the truck. When we went to pay for the tree, I laughed when Sam tossed a package of mistletoe on the counter.
“The mistletoe is my treat,” he said, winking.
I shook my head. “You’re such a flirt.”
“I’m not just flirting,” he said under his breath, as he pushed money to the cashier.
My pulse sped up at his tone, but I pretended I hadn’t heard him.
Once everything was paid for, I drove carefully through the snow piled streets to my home. Sam helped me carry the big tree into the house, and after a half hour of wrangling with the antiquated tree stand, we stood back to survey the new addition to the living room.
“It looks even bigger in here.” He laughed.
“Any bigger and we’d have to cut a hole in the roof.”
“I have to admit, it is a nice tree.” He fingered a branch.
“I’m going to go get the decorations.” I left him there and hurried out to the garage where I kept all the holiday stuff. I was pleasantly surprised when he followed me out. With his help, we got all the boxes in the house in two trips.
