Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 82112 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82112 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
“I can’t believe you’re asking me, of all people, this.” Trev’s grin just pissed me off. “You’re the expert. But I suggest doing things for her she’d like. Don’t focus on the sexual part. Focus on the friendship part. It worked with Gypsi.”
This time, I laughed. “You did the friendship thing for maybe a week, and then you two were fucking like damn bunnies.”
Trev winked and stood up. “Because it works. She was in love with me so damn fast that she couldn’t get her panties off quick enough.”
I groaned. “I don’t want to hear about your sex life.”
“And I’m not about to give you details. Just think about something that would make her happy and do it. Build on that. Show her the Saxon Houston charm, and she’ll be climbing all over you in no time.”
“I’m not trying to fuck her,” I told him.
He smirked. “Yeah, you are. You want her love, but you also want between her legs. Don’t try to lie to me. I know you too well.”
He was right. I wanted my mouth on her tits and my dick buried in her so bad that I couldn’t fucking see straight. But more than that, I wanted her to choose me. To want me. I guessed hell had frozen over because I was about to take advice from Trev.
Opening the door to the house, I stood back and let Haisley walk in first. I was nervous. I had been since I’d decided to do this. Try and charm her or whatever shit it was Trev had said I did well. She walked inside and took off the jean coat of mine she was wearing, then paused. Her eyes widened, and she looked at me, then started walking toward the living room.
The scent of pine from the tree I’d had cut down and brought in today had filled the entire house. It was hard to miss when you walked inside.
“Oh my God!” Haisley said with a squeal of delight. “It’s huge!”
I followed her into the living room, where the ten-foot tree had been placed to the left of the fireplace that was rarely ever lit. She looked at me, smiling so damn big that my chest felt tight.
“I’ve never had a tree at Christmas. This is … wow. It’s incredible.”
We hadn’t even decorated it yet, and the way she was acting, it was already perfect. I couldn’t imagine not ever having a tree at Christmas. I hadn’t planned on getting one for the house since my parents had plenty to look at. Truth was, I’d been in a funk since Haisley had shut me out, and the holidays hadn’t meant much to me.
“It’ll be better once we get those lights and decorations on it,” I told her, pointing to the bags sitting across the room.
She looked at them, then back at me. “We?” she asked, her eyes dancing with excitement. “I get to help decorate it?”
Damn, she was going to kill me. Slowly rip my heart out and destroy me. More so than before. Because this time, I was getting to really know her. Be around her. Find out about her life, her past. I hoped Trev was right, and it wasn’t me who ended up falling in love.
“I’m sure as hell not decorating this thing alone,” I told her. “I bought the supplies for chocolate chip cookies and hot cocoa. We need to get those two things made and put on a cheesy-ass Christmas movie, and then we can start.”
It was always the way Mom had us do it when I was a kid. She’d invite Trev over since whatever mom he had at that time hired people to do their trees. It hadn’t been until I was a teenager and stopped wanting to participate that my mom began hiring people to do ours too.
Haisley sniffled, and I frowned, realizing her eyes were watering up.
She smiled, then laughed as she wiped at the tears. “Ignore me. I get emotional easy. It’s the hormones.”
Yep. I was fucked.
“Okay,” she said brightly. “I’ll start on the cookies. You find the Christmas movie. I have no preference. I’ve seen very few.”
I watched her walk to the kitchen and took a moment to appreciate her pregnant ass. It was fuller, and her hips seemed rounder. Tearing my eyes off her before I had a hard-on I couldn’t hide, I went to get the remote.
“Do you prefer funny, romantic, traditional?” I asked her, flipping through the prime options.
“There are funny ones?” she asked.
“Christmas Vacation is the most-well-known funny one.”
“Then, let’s do it.”
I rented it, then went to get the lights out of the bag and get those started since they took up so much time. I hadn’t known if she would want white or colored lights, so I’d bought some that did both. You chose the speed and color with a remote.