Mail-Order Brides For Christmas - Frankie Love Page 0,76
the mud myself, but I’ve felt even more inspired lately to get out of the house and show Jenna around town.
Although we certainly have plenty of fun in the house, too.
I impatiently check my watch. Twenty minutes to go. I sit down heavily at my desk, feeling an uncomfortable pull across my shoulders as I do. Thankfully Jenna is working on a new suit for me as we speak. I can’t help but wonder what other hidden talents she has. I especially am looking forward to hearing her sing. She hums sometimes, even in her sleep (she switched from the guest room to my room after three nights), but her full voice has yet to come out around me. I’ll have to see if I can coax it out of her.
I look at the organized chaos of my desk, then at my empty coffee cup, and decide that I’m done for the day a little early. I stand up and put my jacket on, then wave at my paralegal as I stroll out the door. Screw it. I’ve got a lady to dance with tonight.
“Honey, I’m home!” I call as I enter the house. It was a silly thing to say the first day she was here, but now I’ve fallen into the routine. Jenna always giggles when she hears it, often offering a playful “Hiya, honey!” back. But today, I hear nothing.
“Jenna?” I hang up my jacket and put my keys in the bowl near the door. Still no response. Quirking a brow, I head upstairs to the bedroom but before I can step inside, the door swings shut in my face.
“I’m not ready yet!” Jenna squeals from the other side of the door. “You’re home too early!”
I laugh and shake my head. “What, you doing some extra primping and preening tonight?”
“As a matter of fact, I am,” she replies. “Go make us a drink and I’ll be done soon.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I respond. I dutifully head back downstairs and wonder what my brothers would say about me being “whipped.” Their own mail order brides haven’t arrived yet, although Nate’s will be here this week. I’m eager to hear what they have to say about the new women in their lives.
For my part, I’ve kept as mum as possible. My mom called the night after Jenna arrived and begged me for details. “What does she look like? Is she nice? Does she come from a good family?” I answered as vaguely as I could. I do, however, want Jenna to meet my family sometime soon, a realization that shocked me when it first dawned. We’ve only known each other for two weeks, and I’m always reluctant to introduce women to my family. Still, something about Jenna is different. Something about her feels… right.
I shake my head at my overly dramatic inner monologue and finish making our cocktails.
When I go back upstairs, a drink in either hand, I say, “Alright, Miss Thing. Ready to make your debut?”
The door swings slowly open and I nearly drop the drinks. Jenna is always gorgeous, but tonight, she’s gone to new lengths. I imagine that this is the persona Jenna adopts when she’s onstage, and it’s intoxicating. Her platinum and pink hair is curled, and her makeup features a bold red lip and dark eyes. Standing with her hands on her hips, she wears a leather vest with just a red bra underneath, impossibly tiny denim shorts, and red cowboy boots. She is the quintessential rock star and I’m in awe.
Seeing me gaping like a fish, she flashes me a dazzling grin. “What do you think?” she asks, performing a twirl that gives me a peek at her perfect ass in those short shorts.
“I think,” I growl, setting the drinks on the dresser, “that we’re not leaving this bedroom tonight, after all.”
I seize Jenna and kiss her, red lipstick be damned. She kisses me back, melting in my arms, but then pulls away, giggling. “I didn’t go to all this work to stay in,” she informs me, picking up her drink. “Now get dressed and let’s get out of here!”
Ten minutes and several kisses later, I’m dressed in dark jeans and a black button-down, which is the closest to casual that I get. Jenna begs me to wear a cowboy hat that she pulls from behind her back, but I kiss her enough that she drops the subject.
It’s a gorgeous late-summer evening; the first stars are winking in the dusk. I open the passenger side