Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 21057 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21057 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
She’s mine.
I’m taking her. Tonight, for Christmas, forever. She’s the one for me.
“So, what do you think?” Mason asks.
“What?”
“About moving into the European market?”
I shake my head as my mind spins. I can’t fucking think straight.
I’m looking around the hall for my girl, but I can’t see her anywhere.
Every time I try to find her, some fucker comes up to me and starts talking. I want to scream at them that I have more important things to do right now, like finding my soul mate but I bite my tongue. Now that I know she’s here, I don’t want to waste another second without her.
“I don’t know,” I snap a little too harshly. I take a deep breath when I see that he looks hurt. “I’m sorry, Mason. I’m just… a little on edge. Come talk to me on Monday about it. No work talk at the Christmas party.”
“Understood,” he says with a nod before he backs away.
“Hey, Mason,” I call out before he disappears.
“Yeah?”
“Have you seen Colleen Campbell anywhere? The girl in the red dress.”
“No, sorry, boss. You can probably find her from the stage.”
My pulse races as I look at the stage with the band on it. I rush over, ignoring all of the people trying to speak to me. I hurry past all of them and race up the steps.
The band finishes their song as I’m scanning the crowd of familiar faces, looking for the most gorgeous one of them all.
I’m so focused on trying to find her that I don’t notice the band isn’t starting a new song. Everyone starts turning toward me, stopping their conversations as they look at me expectantly.
When I finally spot her by the Christmas tree, looking even better than I remembered, the whole place is silent.
“Speech!” Gary shouts out. “Speech!”
Shit.
The singer walks over and hands me the microphone.
“Good evening, everyone.” I take a deep breath as I keep one eye on my girl. She’s watching me with those doe-like eyes, looking like a devilish angel in that red dress. I’m trying not to think about all of the stuff I want to do to her—dirty things that would leave that dress in tattered strips on the floor.
I can’t do this while looking at her. My mind keeps going to the filthiest places.
“This company wouldn’t be possible without all of your hard work,” I say, rambling on while I try to keep my eyes off her. That proves to be an impossible task. My eyes keep darting over to her sensual body. This woman was made to stand in front of a Christmas tree. I want to wake up with her every Christmas morning for the rest of my life. I want to hang stockings over the roaring fire and then fuck her all night long under them until the fire burns out. I want to make gingerbread cookies with her and then eat her pussy out while they’re baking in the oven.
“And a big thank you to all of the families of my wonderful employees,” I continue, barely registering what I’m saying. “Your support means the world to all of us.”
They all start clapping, including Colleen. I swallow hard as I watch her big round breasts jiggling with the movement. I look away before I get hard as a rock in front of all of these people.
“Enjoy the night,” I say, wrapping it up. “It’s open bar from now on.”
Everyone cheers, except for Andrea. She’s frowning at me.
“Happy Holidays,” I say and then I hand the microphone back to the singer.
He starts a new song as I leap off the stage and head right for my girl. The crowd parts when they see the intensity in my eyes as I barrel through the room to get to her.
She’s looking right at me with a shy little smile as I emerge from the crowd with my heart fucking pounding.
I’m probably too old for her. I’m thirty-seven with a bit of gray hair starting to come out. This girl must be around twenty-two. She looks ripe and supple and ready for an older man to teach her a few things about her beautiful body.
People might care about our age difference, but I don’t. It doesn’t bother me in the least that there’s a gap.
Nothing is going to stop me from making her mine. Especially not society’s expectations. I don’t care what people have to say about it. Age isn’t going to matter at all when I get her alone and out of that dress.
“Nice speech,” she says in that sugary-sweet voice.
“I wasn’t trying to make a speech,” I say with my skin tingling. “I was looking for you.”
“For me?” she says as she looks at me under those long lush eyelashes. “What did you want with me?”
I take a deep breath, deciding to lay it all on the line. I’m not the kind of man who tiptoes around getting what he wants. I’m the kind of man who kicks the fucking door down and takes it.