Christmas In The City (Imperfect Match 1.50)

Jesus. My nerves had consumed me so much that I hadn’t even asked his name.

“I’m sorry…I didn’t get your name?”

“Chet.”

“It’s nice to meet you.” I took another long sip of the drink, and once again, it went straight to my head.

“I’d slow down on that if I were you. My nephew was bouncing off the walls. Wouldn’t want you to do anything to embarrass yourself.”

“Pretty sure I’m already there. But thanks.”

We shared a smile.

“You know what?” he said. “I admire your willingness to step out of your comfort zone.”

“Well, just think of the story you can tell your colleagues when you get back to the office.”

He laughed, showcasing his beautiful smile before his phone rang.

Chet looked down. “Shit. I have to take this.” He held up his index finger. “One second.”

I continued to sip the sickeningly sweet drink while he spoke on the phone. The tone of the call seemed urgent.

When he hung up, I asked, “Is everything okay?”

“Bit of a crisis back at the office. I’m gonna have to head out, unfortunately.”

Disappointment washed over me. This wasn’t going to happen after all. “Oh…okay. We can just forget about the whole thing, then.”

I stood up as he did the same.

I held my hand out. “It was nice meeting you.”

He took my hand, but instead of shaking it, he suddenly pulled me toward him. The next thing I knew, I felt the friction of his warm lips enveloping mine.

Everything went oddly silent, like the world just stopped as I became immersed in his taste, in his smell.

When his tongue first slipped inside my mouth, it was gentle. Within seconds, it became demanding as something inexplicable ignited between us. Soon, our tongues were colliding. We might have just met, but this just felt right—like I was made to do this.

My fingers raked through his silky, thick hair, touching this man freely as if we’d known each other for months, not mere minutes. The baritone groan of pleasure that exited his lips vibrated through me and made my body quiver.

I didn’t even know this guy, and yet suddenly, all I wanted in life was to continue doing this. You just know a man who could use his tongue like that for a kiss, could use it in other amazing ways. Couldn’t say I’d ever gotten wet from just a kiss before now.

He suddenly pulled away. His eyes were hazy. Both of us were out of breath.

I wanted more.

Come back.

I stammered, “That was…

He sighed deeply. “Yeah…”

Holy hell. That kiss was amazing.

After a bit of awkward laughter, we looked around and noticed that all eyes were on us. Nancy’s mouth was hanging open.

“Can I call you sometime?” he asked.