Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28731 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28731 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
I make my escape with Rae, but using her as an excuse doesn’t make a difference. He ends up following us around, and every time I look up, Dasher is there. I try not to fidget, not wanting him to know he’s affecting me, but then I wonder if he thinks I’m going to mess something up and he’s just being cautious.
I keep working because I’m feeling behind, and when my cell vibrates, I see all the pictures Chel took for me. I let out a breath because everything looks amazing. I glance at the time, and I’m thankful I always keep a holiday dress in my car for times like this. I grab my stuff and turn around, running right into Dasher.
“Oh, sorry.” He grabs me by the shoulders so I don’t fall back on my ass. Again.
“In a hurry?” he asks as I stare up into his handsome face. He’s good looking, really rich, sweet with kids, and cooks. Why did I think he was hitting on me?
“Yeah, actually. Do you mind if I use one of your bathrooms to change?”
“Change for what?” He keeps his hold on me.
“I have a holiday party tonight. I need to be there to check on things.” He stares at me for a moment, and I think he’s going to say something, but he drops his hands and steps back.
“Of course you can use one of the bathrooms.”
“Thanks! I’ll see you tomorrow.” I hurry out the door to get my bag to change. In record time I’m back in my car heading towards the Mills’ holiday party. Each mile I get farther away from the Sleighs’ that ache in my stomach grows worse.
That house is messing with my head and maybe my heart too. I need to get it together before I return tomorrow. I don’t want to make an ass out of myself once again.
Chapter 6
Dasher
I shouldn't be doing this, but what else am I supposed to do? It’s dark in the driveway outside the Mills’ house and it’s crowded with cars. They don’t live too far from me, and I happened to find out there was a party here tonight. Never mind how I got that information, the important part is that I see Eve’s car parked toward the exit, and I walk over to it.
Glancing around to make sure no one is watching, I try the door, and to my surprise it opens. I slip inside quickly and close the door so the light goes out, not that I think anyone would notice. Inside the house the party is in full swing, and no one is out here paying attention.
I look around Eve’s car and open the glove box. It’s not that I’m snooping, I just want to know everything about her. And more.
There are a few trinkets in her seat that I look at, and a bag of clothes in the back. I see the Christmas sweater she had on earlier, and I bring it to my nose and inhale. It smells like cinnamon and sugar, and I close my eyes savoring the fragrance.
I’m hard when I think about this being against her body and I glance around again just to make sure I’m alone. Sitting here in the dark with my cock aching, I wonder if I could just get a little relief. I didn’t have time to earlier with how quickly she left, and then I was trying to figure out where she went.
I slide my hand down the inside of my thigh and tug on my cock over my slacks. I clench my teeth with how excited I am, and I want to jack off. I want to jack off in her car while smelling her sweater and surrounded by her things. It’s the only way I’ll ease this ache because if I go into that party right this second I won’t be able to control myself. I also won’t be able to hide this tent in the front of my suit and the growing wet spot.
Once more I look around and see nothing but darkness as I unzip my pants. It’s so quiet the zipper echoes in the car, but I’m too hard, too horny to care.
I’ve never been so out of control before, and never has a woman turned my head like this. Eve Tinsel has struck me like a bolt of lightning, and I don’t think I’ll ever recover. The way she speaks, the way one side of her lips curls when she smiles, and the tiny freckle under her eye that I’m desperate to kiss are driving me mad. When she touches me, it’s like fire, and I don’t want to ease that ache. I want to throw gasoline on it and burn up with her love because I am so beyond desperate for it.