Thrill Seeker (Sinful in Seattle)

It was in the middle of nowhere. I could possibly find someone to fill the hours with in the small ski resort town, but I generally didn’t bother.

Maybe I needed to pick up another bottle of Bushmills on my way out of town.

I dropped into my brother’s large executive chair behind his desk and swung from side to side as Miss Kane wore a tread into the Aubusson rug. She was tenacious, I had to give her that. She made three phone calls before wrapping her hand around her cell phone and tapping it to her forehead in frustration.

She checked the slim gold watch on her wrist and tipped her head back.

My phone buzzed in my pocket. I checked the readout. Jordan.

Her phone made a similar pulse. Her face relaxed. “Thank God.”

I checked my message.

Jordan: You know I don’t play Santa right? Not even for Gigi Hadid.

I laughed.

“What? Did Jordan find someone?” She rushed over to my brother’s desk.

“Didn’t you just get a text too?”

“Yes. He just said he was coming upstairs to speak with me.”

“Hate to break it to you, but there’s no Santa coming to save you.” My phone buzzed along the desk. I lifted it and my smile slid away.

Parker: You still have the Santa suit don’t you?

No way was I putting that on.

Hell no.

Fuck no.

She twisted her fingers. “What? Is there news?”

Those damn blue eyes. Fuck.

No.

Absolutely not. I had a flight to catch to a cabin that didn’t have a stitch of Christmas attached to it. I was out of here.

“I’ll do anything. Pay whatever I have in my savings account to get someone to be my Santa.”

“Anything?”

She nodded. “Anything.”

My phone pulsed again.

Parker: I know you have that suit. Don’t be an asshole.

Once upon a time I’d have gladly donned my suit. Not now. Not even for a pair of legs up to her damn neck. There was no way in hell.

She put her palms on the desk and leaned into me. “Pride has left the building, Mr. Murdock. I need a Santa to save my company and this party.”

My spine heated.

There was nothing sexy about the bulky sweater she was wearing. Save for the fact that she had a belt cinched around her narrow waist which emphasized her curves. The same curves that had made me insane the night before, and were doing a really good job of keeping me in the same state right now.