Page 100 of Hiding for the Holidays
“Mmm,” he moans in approval. “This one is my favorite.”
I laugh and shake my head, passing him the rest of the cookie. “You’ve said that about everything I made so far.”
“That’s because they’re all my favorites! I’ve never eaten a soft gingerbread cookie before, you should start a bakery and sell these.”
“No, thank you!” I say, wiping my hands on my Christmas apron. “I’m happy with my current job.” At the beginning of the year the guys gave me the official title of manager. So now I’m basically in charge of all operations at the gym. It’s a little strange, since they own it, so they are my bosses, but I run it, so I get to tell them what to do. It’s strange, but it works. They have zero interest in managing the place. They just enjoy beingthere and helping others work towards their health and fitness goals.
Last year’s Christmas Open house was a tremendous success, we increased membership by three hundred percent. I’ve since added some new fitness classes, some even designed specifically for women, like the self-defense class I originally came to Iron Oaks looking for. I even hired a female instructor as the guys said they didn’t want to be put in any position where they'd have to physically touch other women.
That made me love them a little more.
“Are you two done baking yet?” Asher calls from where he’s sprawled on the sofa playing with a toy puzzle I put in his stocking.
I pull my apron off and saunter over to him, trying my best to look sexy in my red lingerie. As I approach him, his eyes bounce up to me then widen in surprise.
He sits up so fast, the toy puzzle goes flying to the floor as he gapes at me. “How long have you been wearing that?”
Leo laughs behind me. “Guess you should have baked with us, that’s all she’s been wearing under her apron.”
Asher swallows as he reaches for my hips and pulls me down to straddle his lap.
“Fuck, baby. You’re gorgeous.”
“You’re not so bad yourself.” I lean forward, wrapping my arms around his neck as I kiss him. His hands tighten on me as his tongue presses in, making us both moan with pleasure.
“Mmm, you taste fucking delicious. Like gingerbread.”
“Hey, none of that!” Leo yells as he comes over, scoops me up off Asher’s lap and sits down, pulling me into his so my back is to his chest. “It’s time for presents!”
“Youare giving up sex for presents?” Grant asks as he comes to sit on our other side.
“Who said anything about giving it up? I can have both,”Leo says defensively as he kisses my neck, making me giggle when he hits a ticklish spot.
“Let me up,” I tap his hands and he releases me. “I want to go first.”
It was hard to figure out what to get them. Last year I got them all something for their vehicles. I gave Asher new motorcycle gloves and earplugs designed for riders, Grant got a dash cam for his Charger, and I gave Leo a truck bed LED light kit that had already come in good use for some date nights.
This year I wanted something more special. They were very hard to buy for as they weren’t into much materialistic things and bought only what they needed. I had considered a video game, but they don’t play that often.
In the end I decided to gift them with an experience instead of an object. I grab the boxes I purposely wrapped as diversions and pass them out. They are about a foot square and I smile as they rip into them.
Tissue paper goes flying as they search the box for their gifts.
“Is this empty?” Leo asks in confusion as his hand moves around the tissue paper, looking for the gift.
“Nope, keep looking,” I tell him, biting my lip nervously, hoping they aren’t disappointed.
“I found something,” Grant says, pulling out a green envelope.
Leo and Asher glance at what he’s holding then dive back into their own boxes, finding matching envelopes. They toss the boxes on the floor and rip the envelopes open.
I watch nervously as they read the note inside.
Asher glances up at me first, his eyes wide in excitement. “We’re going to drive race cars?”
I nod and he smiles, jumping up and hugging me so tight, he lifts me off the floor. “Thank you, Rosie. This isperfect!”
“You like it?” I ask nervously.
