Mistletoe Kisses

Dumb, dumb, dumb.

Nothing more is going to happen with this jerk. No fucking way.

Thanks for the orgasm and the A on my paper, but we’re done here, Mr. McLaren.

Cal.

Sir.

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Done.

Chapter Seven

Callan

Noelle is livid, but she allows me to drag her into my house anyway.

I like her so much.

Carla is sitting on the couch playing on her phone and sipping her wine. She looks up when we come through the door.

Lifting a dark eyebrow as she looks Noelle over, Carla announces, “All right, I think we’ve taken the Elf on the Shelf craze a little too far.”

Surly and annoyed, Noelle grabs her head, realizes she’s still wearing her elf hat, and promptly rips it off.

Still amused, Carla says, “Hello, little elf. I’m Carla.”

Noelle looks as if she’d rather die than speak to the woman sitting on my couch, so I step in to make the introductions before things get any more hostile. “Carla, this is Santa’s helper, Noelle.”

Smirking, Carla says, “Didn’t look like Santa was the one she was helping.”

Noelle’s cheeks are already flushed from being out in the cold, but now they turn an even deeper shade of crimson.

“Noelle, this is my sister, Carla.”

Her green eyes shoot to mine, wide and horrified. “Your sister?”

Barely containing a smirk, I nod my head. “Blood relation and everything.”

“Aw, did I make someone jealous?” Carla teases. “Listen, honey, if the man’s willing to kneel on freezing cold pavement to pleasure you, I don’t think you have anything to worry about.”

Covering her mouth at first, then her whole face, Noelle utters a completely mortified, “Oh my God.”

“Sorry, she’s brash,” I offer, since Noelle has obviously never met my sister before.

“Well, she is your sister,” Noelle mutters. “Unapologetic boldness seems to run in the family.”

“We’re all assholes,” I agree.

“Speak for yourself, I’m a peach.” Carla sits forward and pats the seat beside her. “Come, let’s chat. I never get to meet anyone Cal’s… dating?”

Noelle glances at me uncertainly, as if awaiting permission to stay and approach my sister.

I hold out her panties. “Might want to put these back on first.”

She stares at the red lace for a moment, then snatches them and walks away muttering, “Excuse me, I have to go die now.”