freaking cute and sexy, but he couldn't want her. She came with all that crazy myth crap that he didn't want to think about. He turned off the rapidly cooling shower and got out to dry off. By the time he was dressed and had a quick breakfast, the doorbell rang.
Great, she was even prompt.
He tried to get the image of her on her knees helping him out while he was in the shower out of his head as he opened the door. She stood on his porch wrapped up in a fluffy coat, a matching hat, and thick scarf. She batted the lashes of her blue eyes, and if he hadn’t known she was there for business, he would've thought it was flirting. It was most likely because it was cold as hell out there.
Here he was just letting her sit on the porch freezing to death. Good one, Justin.
“Come in, get out of the cold.” His voice sounded gruff, and he cleared his throat.
She smiled up at him, and he bit his tongue. He had no idea what he was, what he was doing, or how the hell he was going to get through this holiday season. All he could think about was the fact that her smile brightened up her face and made him want to kiss her. It was the most frustrating thing ever. She bounced on her feet, slowly unwrapped the thick scarf from around her neck, and removed her hat. Silently, afraid he would say something stupid, like he wanted to bend her over a table or something. He took the scarf and hat from her, and he hung them up on the rack by the door. She took off her coat, and he hung it on the rack too.
This wasn't going to end well.
She wore a green knit dress. The long sleeves slid halfway down her palms and had a turtleneck so that he couldn't see any cleavage. Disappointed, he trailed his gaze down her body, loving and hating the way the dress hugged her curves. It ended about mid-thigh, and she wore thick white tights tucked into dark brown knee-high boots. She looked like a sexy wet dream of an elf. All she needed was her hair down so he could run his hands through it and wrap it around his fists.
“Justin?”
He blinked and looked into her gaze. She was blushing but looked utterly confused at his interest. He didn't know what to make of that. Did she really not know he was acting like a schoolboy and that he wanted her? Or, was she playing him, acting sweet and thinking she could get what she wanted from him? He'd spent way too many years dealing with the way too many women who did whatever they could to get in his bed. When he was younger, he'd enjoyed it. Now, after having to deal with the single, and not-so-single, moms of the children he cared for, he really didn't trust his instincts anymore. Too bad. Rina was sexy as hell.
“Justin?” she repeated.
“Oh, sorry, I guess I'm still feeling a little out of sorts.”
Not a complete lie, but not the reason he was acting like an idiot. He cleared his throat and gestured for her to follow him into the living room. He watched as she looked over his belongings, an odd sense of wanting her to like them filling him. Okay, that was enough of that.
After they sat on the couch, a respectable distance between them so he didn't have the urge to see if her dress was as soft as it looked, Justin broke the uncomfortable silence. “So, Rina, what are you doing here?”
“I'm here to help you figure out what it means to be Santa’s executive.”
“You said that before, but I still don't know what you mean.”
She gave a nervous laugh and tucked a curl back into her bun. He wondered if it would be too inappropriate for him to tell her to take her hair down. Probably.
“I know, I'm sorry. We should have started off on a better foot, but then I had to come in and steal you from your family.” She gave another nervous laugh that turned into a giggle as her eyes widened. “I swear I'm not a dumb blonde, but I'm an elf. Giggling comes with the territory. I hate it.”
Normally, he did, too, but coming from her, he kind of liked it. Dear God, he was a goner. “It's fine, continue
Great, she was even prompt.
He tried to get the image of her on her knees helping him out while he was in the shower out of his head as he opened the door. She stood on his porch wrapped up in a fluffy coat, a matching hat, and thick scarf. She batted the lashes of her blue eyes, and if he hadn’t known she was there for business, he would've thought it was flirting. It was most likely because it was cold as hell out there.
Here he was just letting her sit on the porch freezing to death. Good one, Justin.
“Come in, get out of the cold.” His voice sounded gruff, and he cleared his throat.
She smiled up at him, and he bit his tongue. He had no idea what he was, what he was doing, or how the hell he was going to get through this holiday season. All he could think about was the fact that her smile brightened up her face and made him want to kiss her. It was the most frustrating thing ever. She bounced on her feet, slowly unwrapped the thick scarf from around her neck, and removed her hat. Silently, afraid he would say something stupid, like he wanted to bend her over a table or something. He took the scarf and hat from her, and he hung them up on the rack by the door. She took off her coat, and he hung it on the rack too.
This wasn't going to end well.
She wore a green knit dress. The long sleeves slid halfway down her palms and had a turtleneck so that he couldn't see any cleavage. Disappointed, he trailed his gaze down her body, loving and hating the way the dress hugged her curves. It ended about mid-thigh, and she wore thick white tights tucked into dark brown knee-high boots. She looked like a sexy wet dream of an elf. All she needed was her hair down so he could run his hands through it and wrap it around his fists.
“Justin?”
He blinked and looked into her gaze. She was blushing but looked utterly confused at his interest. He didn't know what to make of that. Did she really not know he was acting like a schoolboy and that he wanted her? Or, was she playing him, acting sweet and thinking she could get what she wanted from him? He'd spent way too many years dealing with the way too many women who did whatever they could to get in his bed. When he was younger, he'd enjoyed it. Now, after having to deal with the single, and not-so-single, moms of the children he cared for, he really didn't trust his instincts anymore. Too bad. Rina was sexy as hell.
“Justin?” she repeated.
“Oh, sorry, I guess I'm still feeling a little out of sorts.”
Not a complete lie, but not the reason he was acting like an idiot. He cleared his throat and gestured for her to follow him into the living room. He watched as she looked over his belongings, an odd sense of wanting her to like them filling him. Okay, that was enough of that.
After they sat on the couch, a respectable distance between them so he didn't have the urge to see if her dress was as soft as it looked, Justin broke the uncomfortable silence. “So, Rina, what are you doing here?”
“I'm here to help you figure out what it means to be Santa’s executive.”
“You said that before, but I still don't know what you mean.”
She gave a nervous laugh and tucked a curl back into her bun. He wondered if it would be too inappropriate for him to tell her to take her hair down. Probably.
“I know, I'm sorry. We should have started off on a better foot, but then I had to come in and steal you from your family.” She gave another nervous laugh that turned into a giggle as her eyes widened. “I swear I'm not a dumb blonde, but I'm an elf. Giggling comes with the territory. I hate it.”
Normally, he did, too, but coming from her, he kind of liked it. Dear God, he was a goner. “It's fine, continue
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