Page 74 of Santa's Baby
“No. Unfortunately not. Jeanette took a lot of that with her. You stay in contact for a while, but it grows more distant.” I look her in the eyes. “How about you?”
“Nope. My stepdad is a douche, and Mum gets on my tits. I’m usually with Josh, but he’s with Ells now. His family are cool, but with them being together it’s different. I don’t want to be a third wheel.”
“I’m sure you wouldn’t be.”
“No, they’d say not, and they’d mean it, but…” Her words trail off and I sense a wall there. A gate closing on the conversation. She looks over at the flowers on the counter instead. “They for me?”
“They are, yes. Didn’t quite get the grand entrance of romance I was intending. I’m sorry about that.”
She gets up from the barstool and walks over to them. The fabric of my robe is tight across her ass, highlighting her hourglass curves. She grins as she picks them up and sees the beauty of the flowers. The roses are bright red, like her hair.
“Thanks.”
“Take them as an apology bouquet rather than a romantic one.”
She laughs. “Nah, I prefer them as romance. Apology is already accepted anyway. I’ve chilled out a bit now I know I’m not about to be kicked out of the Agency.”
I sit and face her, soaking her in as she plays with some of the petals.
“Let me ask you something, Tiffany.”
Her stare shoots across at me, wary. Yes, there is definitely a closed gate in there somewhere.
“What?”
“If the roles had been reversed, and you’d been the one with my booked up calendar in front of you, would you have done the same thing I did?”
Her cheeks flush red. “I, uh. Would have been tempted, yeah.”
“Tempted, or overcome with insanity?”
She cracks a smile. “I was the one who stalked you to the grotto, remember? My strictly anonymous boss, dressed up playing Santa, and I stood and watched you like a soppy teenager. I’d say that’s a symptom of insanity, wouldn’t you?”
“Maybe.”
“Definitely.” She puts the flowers down. “Talking of which, there’s one proposal you left in there. The founders. Why?”
My gut churns at the thought.
“Because I don’t have the power to postpone it. I’m only one of a faction. My stake is five percent.”
She nods. “Ok, so what are we going to do about it? I’ll have to play really fucking dumb when I’m hooded. I’ll know exactly who you are.”
I don’t back down with the honesty.
“I don’t know,” I tell her. “If the other stakeholders find out, it’s going to cause havoc.”
“Yeah, I figured. For both of us.” She fluffs her hair up, giving a flash of Creamgirl. “I’ll manage it. I’ll play the game, don’t worry.”
Only that’s not what I’m worried about.
The thought of sharing her with Bry and the gang seems horrifying. I’ve been avoiding the group thread all day. But that’s not a concern for now, and it’s one for me to come to terms with, not her. She’s grinning as she picks up the squirty cream.
“This for me as well? Gonna make me a hot chocolate, are you?” She lets the robe drop open, displaying her gorgeous tits,and the mood changes. The power of need takes a different direction as she teases her nipples. “How about we have a sample first, Mr Sinclair?”
I’m already walking over to her as she shakes the can and sprays cream all over her tits, but it’s not her tits I’m interested in right now.
I take the can as I pin her to the counter.