Page 3 of Miss Merry and Mr. Bright
WHERE THE HECK DID CHRISTMAS GO?
MERRY BARTHOLOMEW
This guy so needs my help. His whole house is just so dark and…stilted?
Is that the right word?
“Where are your Christmas decorations?”
“I don’t do Christmas,” he growls. My whole body goes hot and my clit throbs.
There is something about this guy. His dark hair is ruffled like he’s been running his fingers through it. There’s a streak of green and one of blue on his chiseled cheekbone and my fingers itch to reach out and touch it.
His pale blue eyes are ice chips and his sensually-curved lips are twisted into a grimace.
“Why not?”
“I don’t like the holidays…number one. Number two…I’m really busy getting ready for this show. I don’t have time to throw a bunch of goofy crap around my house that I don’t want and don’t have time to enjoy.”
I pat his shoulder and my mouth goes a little dry. He is rock-hard and I am fighting not to reach out and pet him like a kitten.
I get the feeling that wouldn’t go over well with him.
“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of all of it. That’s what I’m here for. To make your life easier and take care of everything else so that you can get everything finished for your show.” Smirking, I can’t resist the urge to pat his boulder shoulder again. “I’m a huge fan of yours by the way.”
He glares at me and my clit pulses. Grumpy, grouchy seems to do it for me.
Who knew?
“If you were a true fan of mine you’d know that I don’t know like Christmas.”
“Everybody likes Christmas.” I walk into his studio and he tries to stand in front of me, blocking me from entering. “What are you doing?”
“I told you. I don’t like Christmas. I don’t want you here. I don’t want anything to do with whatever holiday cheer you’re selling.”
“Did you happen to notice that you haven’t even asked my name?” I quirk a brow at him and the guy just grunts.
“That’s because you’re not staying.”
“So you want them to cancel your show?” I don’t even blink. I know I’m getting under this guy’s skin but there’s no way that I’m leaving. I was promised this job over the holidays and I need it.
Since my parents died a few years back it’s just been me. I had so many bills to pay after they died that even after we sold everything that they left me, there was nothing extra. It was all used to pay off their bills.
The grump growls at me. “My show is not about to be cancelled.”
“You think that but that’s not what Reese said. She said I’m your last chance. So you might as well just get used to me. I’m going to take the best care of you.”
Another growl rumbles out of him and then he sighs. “How old are you?”
“I’m a lot older than you think. I mean, I’m twenty-three. Not nineteen.”
“What’s your name then? At least I’ll know who I’m trying to get rid of!”
“You can call me Merry.”
“I can call you Merry? Please tell me your last name isn’t Christmas.”
I throw my head back and laugh. “Wouldn’t that be funny?”
