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gave my father’s hand a squeeze. “I appreciate that from you.”
We both jumped when there was a loud knock on the window. I turned to see Tally’s nose pressed against the glass, a pink martini in one hand with a maraschino cherry in it.
“Are you done having your Hallmark moment?” he asked impudently. “Mummy’s made cucumber sandwiches, and you know those are my kryptonite. If you don’t hurry in, I’ll eat them all, and I won’t feel badly because now, I’ve warned you.”
“You will save some for me,” I warned him.
He raised an eyebrow. “Will I?”
Before I could answer, he turned on his heel and walked back into the house.
“He’s delightful,” Nigel admitted. “Took me a minute to get used to him, but really, a lovely boy.”
“He is,” I agreed, somewhat dreamily.
“What will you do now?” he asked. “Now that you’re no longer PM.”
“You know, I haven’t the foggiest,” I said, laughter bubbling up in my chest as Tally popped his head out the front door, sandwich in hand, and shoved the entire thing in his mouth. “But for now, I’m very content to live my life with Tally.”
He would always be my dirty boy, but I would never again let anything between us be a secret ever again.
THE END
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Sierra Simone is a USA Today bestselling former librarian who spent too much time reading romance novels at the information desk. She lives with her husband and family in Kansas City.
American Squire (A Thornchapel and New Camelot Crossover)
Misadventures:
Misadventures with a Professor
Misadventures of a Curvy Girl
Misadventures in Blue
Co-Written with Laurelin Paige
Porn Star
Hot Cop
The Markham Hall Series:
The Awakening of Ivy Leavold
The Education of Ivy Leavold
The Punishment of Ivy Leavold
The Reclaiming of Ivy Leavold
The London Lovers:
The Seduction of Molly O’Flaherty
The Persuasion of Molly O’Flaherty
The Wedding of Molly O’Flaherty
CHAPTER ONE
Lexi
"Lexi, your ass is grass if Dad sees you dressed like that," Brock says.
A smile tips my lips. Father is known to skip out on family events that don't serve his purpose. To him, watching his youngest toddler of a daughter meet Santa for the first time is not important, which is why I knew I could get away with my outfit. He wouldn't be here.
I hike my little sister higher on my hip. Crystal's legs squeeze me as she holds on tight, jerking my skirt as I walk through the shopping mall with her attached to me. I came straight from cheerleading practice and had an extra pair of bloomers with me to slip on, otherwise my ass cheeks would be hanging out right now. Brock questions my outfit with narrow eyes again but I brush it off. Our stepmom had my outfit made to match the fabric my half-sister I'm currently lugging on my hip is wearing. Only, she screwed up the measurements and ordered European sizes instead of American. The two-piece elf-inspired outfit was delivered three sizes too small and several weeks late.
In my eyes, it couldn’t be more perfect a fuck up since the rumor at school is that Mr. Vaughn dresses up as the mall Santa every year. How I never knew that blows my mind. Then again, my childhood crush on the teacher next door had always been innocent up until about a year ago, when I caught him buck naked in his backyard jacuzzi fucking some chick for hours. I should’ve moved away from the window and got myself back to bed, but I couldn’t do it. I couldn't tear my eyes away from them. I should’ve definitely been a good girl enough to stop myself slipping my hands down between my thighs, but no. No way.
Since that night, I’ve been consumed by it. Every time I look at him in class, I imagine it was me in that jacuzzi with him. Even now I’m thinking about it as I cross the mall.
We come to a stop and stand in line. I look for the Santa guy but I'm too far around the corner to get a good view. All I can see is the top of his hat. My heart is pounding regardless.
"Your underwear is hanging out," Brock mutters.
"They're called bloomers, not underwear. I wear them to practices and competitions, over my underwear."
"What about your tits, huh? What do you think Santa is going to think of them?"