Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 46159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
That was the Mr. Abrams I’d known!
Not anymore.
“Then one day, a boy rambled about doing cartwheels on my Persian rug,” he mused. “He just wouldn’t shut up.”
I spluttered a laugh.
“He told me I deserved a lump of coal from Santa,” he added. “And that I was a grinch. Then he asked if we should carpool the next day, and he gave me snickerdoodles.”
He shifted the showerhead away from me, and I turned around and looked up at him.
He let out a breath and returned the showerhead to its mount. “You changed everything for me. And that’s what I want more of. More excitement, more adorable yet bizarrely wise rambles from someone who sees the world differently than I do. More spontaneity. More…insane triple backflips that blow my mind.”
I grinned, and I started falling…
He touched my cheek. “I simply adore being around you.”
I simply adored being around him too.
He wasn’t the grinch anymore anyway. He was the best, hottest, kindest Daddy Christmas.
I scrambled up onto my knees and glided over to him, and I reached up to kiss him. “I honestly can’t get enough of you, Wyatt.”
He drew a breath and cupped my cheek. “Then let’s not pretend,” he whispered. “I have a busy December, and I want to see you as much as possible. Stay with me for a while.”
I nodded and kissed him again, deeper this time, suddenly very needy. I locked my arms around his neck, and he groaned into the kiss. I hoped he knew me well enough to see this coming…
I pulled him back.
He sucked in a breath, and a second later, he was tumbling down back first into the tub, and water splashed all around us.
He resurfaced with a laugh and a cough and instantly yanked me to his body. “You little shit, I was waiting for that.”
Good! Then he could’ve prevented it if he didn’t wanna get wet!
I climbed up on his lap and kissed him silly.
DECEMBER 13
“I forwarded them to Mr. Williams—I’m not going out there again.” I was going to stay hidden behind my computer screen for the rest of the day.
So you plant a smooch on your man outside the HR office, and suddenly you’re the talk of the town in all the bullpens.
Pffft.
I’d just been happy about our HR-official status. It was the office romance’s equivalent to marriage. I wasn’t completely brand-new; I wasn’t planning on riding Daddy’s cock in the cafeteria or anything, but yeah, fuck it, I’d jumped up and kissed him real quick, and people had noticed. Now everyone knew.
“Aww, Parker’s grumpy about being the star of today’s work gossip.” Mya pouted.
I flipped her off.
“I take it you’re not having lunch with us?” Kim asked.
I held up my food container that’d been on my desk all morning. “I’m all set. See you later.”
I’d made a pasta salad last night, so I ate and worked through my lunch. Wyatt was at a business lunch anyway, and his whole week was going to center around their upcoming trip. Actually, so was mine. I had his itinerary now and knew exactly where and when his assistant was going to pick up the correct material.
My phone rang, and I saw Mom’s name on the display. I inserted one of my earbuds and answered while I categorized all the graphics into two folders. London and Luxembourg.
“Hey, Mom.” I stabbed a cherry tomato and some pasta on my fork and shoveled it into my mouth.
“Hi, sweetie. Are you busy?”
“It’s all good. What’s up?”
“I just wanted to let you know we changed our flights,” she said. “We’re flying in late tomorrow night instead of early on the fifteenth. We’re having breakfast with Emmy and Levi, and then the rest of the day is all about you.”
I grinned and dragged another set of graphics into the Luxembourg folder. “I don’t get off work until four, so you have my permission to give Em some attention until then.”
Mom laughed softly. “You’re kind, darlin’. Speaking of which, I spoke to Emmy, and she said we’re adding a plus-one to the dinner reservation?”
Oh yeah, crap, I was totally gonna get to that. “Yeah, would you mind? I’m sure she also told you I’m seeing someone.”
“She did. Will you tell me about him?”
Try’n stop me!
DECEMBER 14
I did my best to tame my hair on the way to Mr. Williams’s conference room next to his office, but it was of no use. Maybe I could tell him that it wasn’t my fault I looked freshly fucked. It was Wyatt’s.
“Fuck—I forgot the Brussels folder. I’ll be right back.” I hurried back to our corner and picked up the folder from my desk, then jogged through the cubicle area once more.
Mya and Kim entered the conference room just a second before I did, and we took our seats next to one another at the table that seated eight. Mr. Williams had his assistant here too.