sounds like sex to me when he says Miss Winter too. This is going to complicate my life considerably. Deliciously.
"Well, you made fun of my cupcakes," I reply mulishly. “Also, you're a bit of a jerk. In my fantasies you were nice all of the time."
He barks out a laugh, leaning back in his chair and eyeing me with amusement. "Was I?"
"You were."
"I had fantasies about you too, you know." His eyes darken when he says it and his gaze moves lazily up and down my form, lingering on the straps of my red heels, wrapped around my ankles.
"You did?" I like the sound of this. I like it very much.
"In my fantasies you were never nice. You were very, very naughty."
"I was?" I'm blushing, but I'm not sure why. I'm hardly accountable for what I do in Nick's dirty thoughts. But I could be. I'd like to be. Perhaps we can do some reenacting.
"Permanently banned from Santa's good-girl list," Nick says, rising from his desk and walking around to meet me in front of it.
"That's pretty naughty," I whisper, running his tie between my fingers. Using it to pull him closer.
He obliges and dips his head to mine, one hand cupping the back of my neck and the other brushing softly against my jaw. Then he kisses me. I missed the feel of his lips on mine. Missed the feeling of my body pressed against his. Missed him.
And now he's all mine. Merry Christmas to me.
I smile into the kiss and that makes him smile back, then we're both laughing. And speaking of Christmas…
"Do you want your present now?" I ask him shyly, a small smile on my face as I offer up the slim package.
"Yes. Thank you. What a convenient little dress you're wearing." He bypasses the offered package in my hand and playfully attempts to pull at the tie of my wrap dress.
I sidestep him with what I hope is a stern frown. "No unwrapping me until after work hours, Mr Saint-Croix."
"Mr Saint-Croix?" He smirks, one brow arched. "I could get into that. But I hope this doesn't mean you're going to stop glaring at me and mumbling under your breath about what a Grinch I am. I've come to look forward to it."
"What? I'm always sweet. You're the Grinch!"
"If you say so." He makes a move to get another kiss in, but I slap a palm to his chest to waylay him.
"Open it," I instruct, shoving the present into his hands.
He grins, sitting on the desk edge and fingering the smooth expanse of cheerful holiday gift wrap. We're eye to eye this way and I'm tempted to lean in and kiss him but I know if I do we'll never get to the gift. The skin around his eyes crinkles when he smiles at me and I'm not sure how I resisted him as long as I did.
"Okay, but just for the record, you were the only thing I wanted for Christmas." He says it softly, eyes directly on mine, and my heart nearly stops at the look in his eyes and the earnest tone of his voice.
I'm so done for. I'm in love with my hot boss.
And I couldn't be happier about it.
"Me too," I admit. Then I cave and give him a quick kiss before drawing back before he can distract me. "Open it," I insist, nearly giddy for him to see my silly gift because it's a gift from the heart, which is the very best kind.
He removes the paper to uncover the Advent calendar I've made him. Except it's a more of a dating calendar. A sexy dating calendar, not a chocolate to be found. It's all dirty notes and filthy suggestions for how we can pass a lazy weekend or ten hidden behind tiny numbered doors.
"It's a calendar of some kind…" He looks it over, rightfully confused. "An Advent calendar. With an odd assortment of dates on it."
"There's a door for Valentine’s Day." I point at the door with the hearts. "And one for your birthday. One for a movie night and one for the eleventh day of any month of your choosing, just because. And one for a Wednesday of your choice, but it'll have to be after work hours." I ramble on, pointing out all the tiny doors with their decorative covers.
"After work hours," he repeats back slowly, a knowing smile covering his face. "Miss Winter, did you buy me a dirty Advent calendar?" He draws me closer and kisses my neck.
"Of course not." I pretend to be outraged. "I made it myself."
The End