Home For The Holidays

There’s just something about her that makes me want to get to know her better and for much longer than any of my past relationships have been. And that was before she even stepped foot in my space. That boredom that I’ve been feeling has been lifting by the second with each word that comes out of her mouth. She’s just so…uniquely special, I guess.

Most people, when they finally meet me, seem to forget that I’m just a human. Young, old, male, female, they all seem to think that my money has somehow made me other than. I now know how true the saying, ‘it’s very lonely at the top’ really is. Most of the time, you worry about people wanting to get close to you because of your wealth; you start feeling like you’re nothing more than a wallet to some, even friends you’ve known your whole life.

With her, I don’t seem to have that worry. Maybe because one of the things I’d seen on her computer was her ramblings about not contacting me any longer once she realized that I was ‘the’ Jared Macalister. She had some choice things to say about that, which I won’t bring up since she’s already embarrassed enough. Now she’s breathing fire as her chest heaves at me. “Well? Aren’t you going to answer me? How do you know I’m a virgin?”

Can she be any more adorable? And that lip of hers, that little pout, she’s like a walking wet dream, and my cock is here for all of it. Fuck it! I got to my feet after taking a few deep breaths and walked around to her side. “Let’s talk about it over lunch.”

Samantha

He reached for my hand, and I had to squeeze my thighs together to ease the ache that was there. What the hell is happening? My eyes shifted as I moved to get up from my seat, and I almost screamed out loud and barely refrained in time from recoiling in shock. No way, there’s no way that that’s what I think it is. I looked up at him only to find him looking at me with a knowing look on his face.

I know he saw me eyeballing his dick. My face grew hot and red, and I slithered to my feet, feeling like a perv. He made a choking sound like he was stifling a laugh, and I gave him a mean side-eye, which he missed because he kept his head straight. Cocky ass! If he releases that smirk, I just might slug him.

I was so confused by what I thought I saw in his pants that I missed whatever it was he said to his assistant as he ushered me out of his office. I came to my senses, though, when the elevator that he’d led me into started going up. No matter what else I learned about him today, I can’t forget that he almost married Tessa once. He might have some shit wrong with him, too, though I’ll give him the benefit of the doubt since he came to his damn senses and called it off.

“Hey, where are we going?” I tried tugging my hand out of his, and he had the nerve to hold on tighter before lifting my fingers to his lips. My eyes followed the movement, almost mesmerized before I caught myself. “I’m sure since you went digging your nose in my shit, you know what I do every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday night from nine to eleven.”

“Yeah, about that, why Krav Maga?”

“Because I love the element of surprise! Plus, my dad made it one of the prerequisites for me going away to college.”

“He didn’t!” He laughed, and there was this almost irresistible sparkle in his eyes that made me want to jump him.

“So, how long have you been doing it?

“Eight years, hey, how did we get on this topic?”

“You brought it up, beauty.”

“No, I distinctly remember asking you where you were taking me.” The elevator doors slid open onto what looked like a residential vestibule, and I know for a fact that there are no restaurants in this building.

“Lunch, didn’t you hear me down there?”

“Yes, but there are no restaurants in this building; I checked, the only thing in this building since you bought it is your suite of offices for you and your executive team and your R and R division on the bottom floor; what gives?”

“I’m taking you to my home.” My mouth fell open, and I was lost for words. Anyone who knows anything about Jared Macalister knows that his home is a well-kept secret. “Wait!” I tugged on his hand to get him to stop. Is this one of those situations where you have to kill me after I go in there to keep the secret?”

“I see you’ve been listening to the gossip rags. No, smartass, it means I’m taking you to lunch. I trust you not to spill the beans, and before you ask, I have no idea why.” For some odd reason, out of everything he’d said and done today, this one got to me. I knew he wasn’t just saying it to say it, wasn’t trying to sell me a line.