and might damage your delicate sensibilities.”
“She’s definitely spoiled rotten,” Jonathan said from the doorway.
I jerked, grasping for the covers and drawing them up over me.
Jonathan sauntered over. He was carrying a plate of the cinnamon buns I’d made the night before. He was wearing a Santa hat and gray sweatpants. He sat on the corner of the bed and pulled the sheets down, pressing soft kisses along my collar bone to my chest. “You can’t possibly be shy after last night,” he all but purred. “Besides, I plan on repeating the experience.”
I wasn’t sure if I was ready to do that right now. I grabbed one of the cinnamon buns and took a huge bite.
“Damn,” I said around the soft dough with the caramel and apple filling. “That’s good. Eat this.”
I held out the rest of it to Jonathan, feeding him the sugary bite. His teeth nipped my fingers slightly, making me shiver. The way he looked at me, his gaze so hot it was cold, was a lot to take in. Especially since he had probably looked at Sarah the exact same way.
I cleared my throat. “You and Sarah, huh.”
Jonathan made a face and flopped down on the bed. “Fucking disaster,” he said, closing his eyes. Then he opened them, those blue eyes staring up at me. Jonathan reached for my hand. “You won’t ever leave me, will you, Morticia?”
“No, of course not,” I lied.
Jonathan was clearly gearing up for another round of Secret Santa. I, however, was feeling guilty. And I didn’t like it.
“He probably didn’t mean it,” I told myself as the wind whipped my hair. I was heading out to Dorothy’s property across the street to do a few sketch overlays on my collage to give it that personal touch. I was also hoping to calm my mind.
Being with Jonathan had been hot. And addictive. I’d had sex before, but it had been mediocre to downright bad sex. I had always secretly turned my nose up at those Wiccan practitioners who insisted sex was a spiritual worship, but now all I wanted was to worship Jonathan’s body and have him worship mine.
“What yonder I see such a bright star.” Dorothy’s voice pierced through the winter morning. “Doth I see someone who hath gotten laid?” The older woman was cheerful as I approached the clearing with the sculpture.
“Well if you must—” I stopped short and gaped.
There were scores of completely naked people in a downward dog position. Dorothy was in front, leading the class, and she peered at me between her legs.
“Don’t be ashamed,” she ordered. “This is natural, and from the way you’re limping a bit, I would say that you need to do some yoga. Now strip.”
“I really have to do some work,” I told her, backing away slowly.
“The cold will be good for you!” she called after me. “It will bring down the inflammation!”
She switched to a dancer’s pose with a fluidity that my aching thighs envied. Her back leg up behind her head, Dorothy swiveled to face me. “You better tell your boyfriend that if he wants me to sell to him, I’m going to need a dedicated space to keep teaching my classes. I’m really on to something here. I have a waiting list, and I’m charging eighty bucks a session!” Dorothy informed me. “Shoot, I might even need an investor for my new business.”
“Oh, sure,” I said, still trying to make my escape. “He’ll totally be down with that.”
“You tell him,” she added, “that he gets free classes whenever he wants! No clothing allowed, of course.”
I felt faint. “That’s very generous.”
“You just need a little more practice!” she called as I hurried (to be honest, it was more of a slow stagger) off. “You’re not used to a man that size. Try keeping a sex toy in there for a few hours a day.”
Or not, I decided. Jonathan had been enough. Now I wanted a hot bath. Too bad there were four other people in my apartment. I was weighing the option of going back to Jonathan’s condo, letting him give me an encore to last night’s performance, and then taking a long bath or going back to the contestants’ apartment when Sarah rounded the corner.
“I thought I saw you scuttling around,” she said, glaring at me.
“You’re the only one where she doesn’t belong,” my twin sister drawled as she, Emma, and Salem appeared behind Sarah.
“You two were always so creepy.” Sarah had a sour expression on her face.
“And we believed