His Christmas Curves
Seasons of Insta-Love Short Reads Book 1
Beatrice Brae
Copyright © 2019 by Beatrice Brae
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Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Epilogue
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Chapter 1
Julia
“Get off the street, lady. Do you have a death wish?” the angry taxi driver yells at me. He gets out of the car, his face flushed red. “Are you deaf? Lady?”
I am frozen on the crossroad where I just escaped death after a car ran the red light and almost hit me.
I force my feet to move until I safely reach the sidewalk and crumble on a bench near a bus stop. The taxi driver gives me a nasty look, then gets in his car and leaves.
I can't even begin to process what’s happened before my phone rings and yanks me back to the present. I fish my phone from my bag and answer the call.
“Where you are? I told you I needed you as urgently as possible. Move your ass here as soon as possible, or you're fired.”
I chew my bottom lip and dread the day ahead. I want to hide until tomorrow. My boss is in a bad mood, so it's going to be one of those horrible days when I would rather be back in Vegas serving drinks at the casino and watching people lose their money, like I did for about six months after I finished college.
“I'm in front of the hotel. I'll be with you in the restaurant in five minutes,” I retort. The tone of my voice is professional and does not reveal my displeasure. Stephen is not a good boss, but I'm confident there are some even worse than him.
“Mmm, I'm not in the restaurant. I'm still in my suite, so come upstairs. It's better this way, we can work quietly, and no one will interrupt us. We can order room service.”
The truth is, I don't feel comfortable going to my boss' room. Especially since he wants us to stay in the hotel room to work.
This isn’t the first time Stephen wants to work in a hotel room. Nothing had happened when we were alone in a hotel room in the past, but I liked it better when we worked in the office. I’m not worried my boss wants to seduce me since I'm sure he doesn't see me as a potential partner, but as his punching bag. When I'm with him, he's too preoccupied to yell at me. I’m not his type, anyway. He likes tall blondes with big tits, who weigh thirty pounds less than me. Not that I care about that.
I enter the hotel lobby and go to the elevator. Two scorching hot guys are standing in front of it, but I have my eyes set for the one in the gray power suit. I trip while gaping at him and drop my gym bag. Thank God I have Stephen's coffee in my other hand. I quickly pick it up the bag and press the elevator button.
I call the guy from the real estate agency to cancel our meeting, but he doesn't answer. I'm sure he thinks he's just wasting his time with me. It is the fifth time I canceled our meeting, and I am desperate to find an apartment. At this rate, I will be homeless next week when my landlord sells the studio I live in.
My phone rings again. “Yes, Stephen, what is it? I'm in front of the elevator with your coffee.”
“Great, come up. Look, Marcie called and canceled our wedding, so I need you to talk to our wedding coordinator and tell her I need to fire her.”
“You're kidding, right? Just pick up the phone and call her, tell her Marcie dumped you, and the wedding is off.”
“Unbelievable. You are so ungrateful, Julia. I just ask for a little favor, and you have to make such a big deal about everything.”
I briefly close my eyes and take a deep breath. Stephen is so infuriating, he is going to give me high blood pressure.
I grit my teeth. “Fine, I’ll meet with your wedding planner tonight. Tell her to be at The Tig at seven o’clock. And you're paying, by the way.”
“Thank you,” he says, and disconnects the call. Finally, some gratitude. I'm glad Marcie finally dumped him, he is definitely not husband material, and she is such a sweet girl.
Chapter 2
David
She makes my dick hard, and I haven't even seen her face yet. She's bent over, picking her bag from the floor, displaying the most amazing heart-shaped ass I have ever seen. Her ass is like a magnet to me.
It’s the kind of butt that only exists in male fantasies. Yet, her ass is real.
A throat clears behind me, and I realize that I'm standing there in the hotel lobby having a major hard-on about a woman I never met. I like my women in Jimmy Choo's and Manolo Blahnik's, not trainers, yoga pants, and an old t-shirt. Who wears trainers in December, anyway? Although she seems to have come directly from the gym, so maybe that’s why. My bodyguard clears his throat again. Apparently, I have not moved. I turn around and see him looking at the brunette beauty in front of me.
MINE.
I want to punch him or fire him on the spot. My reaction surprises me since I consider myself a fairly laid-back guy and never have feelings of possessiveness towards women. Until her. What the hell?
“Something came up, and I can't make it to the meeting. My boss is having an emergency, and I'm on the other side of the town. I can't make it there in time. I understand,” she says before hanging up.
I wonder what the discussion is about and become annoyed with myself because it's none of my concern. I have enough business trouble this week. I don't need woman trouble also.
She takes a deep breath and finally turns around. I stop breathing and feel lightheaded all of a sudden. She's breathtaking, and I drink her in. Black hair, brown eyes, and blushed cheeks.
Her eyes widen, she parts her cherry lips, and the world stops when our eyes meet.
The spell breaks when the elevator door opens, and people exit and fill the lobby. I walk toward the elevator and gesture for her to enter. My bodyguard follows me in, and I push the button for the 10th floor where our meeting is. She leans a little towards me and pushes the button for the 9th floor.
I instantly wonder who she is meeting in a hotel room at ten in the morning, and I'm experiencing a bout of jealousy for the lucky bastard, but I thinks it's her boss from the phone conversation.
Her phone rings again.
“I'm in the elevator, and I have your coffee, but I think you should get dressed and come and meet me in the hallway.” She rolls her eyes.
“Well, I'm not going to enter your room, so if you want your coffee, you have to get out of your room. About my wedding planner. She can't be at The Tig at seven, but she'll be there at eight. I got it, Stephen, don't worry. I will be at The Tig at eight o'clock tonight.”
She hesitates a little. “What I'm wearing? Why?” Her voice is a little irritated.
That's it. THAT IS IT. I'm going with her, and if that bastard boss of hers tries anything, I'm going to kill him.
“Sneakers, yoga pants, and a t-shirt. And my winter coat.”
She makes an impatient gesture with her hand. “I told you I had this thing today; that's why you gave me the morning off. You were supposed to be in Vegas today. Well, don't worry about it. I'm not going at The Tig in my yoga pants.” Her voice is a little annoyed, but still professional.
“I want you to come to Vegas with me,” I hear her boss yelling through the
speakers.
“I can't come to Vegas with you.”
She's clearly horrified at the prospect of going to Vegas. I wonder why that is.
“Why not?” her boss whines at the other end.
“Because I have to move, I have to find an apartment by next week. I already told you that.”
She's clearly annoyed with him, and he sounds like a big baby. If he were working for me, I would fire him for being a whiny bitch.
“I will be with you in a minute,” she says and disconnects the call.
The elevator door opens, and she turns around and smiles ruefully at me. It wasn't a seductive smile but a sweet sexy one. I want her. And I'm going to get her.
Tonight. The Tig. At eight. I will be there. Maybe
I check the door a hundred times. James, who is a very guarded and sensitive person, laughs discreetly. I’m sure he’s amused by my infatuation with a woman I don’t know, and I admit that today, I’m behaving like a teenager. I canceled an important business meeting with my advertising agency to waste time in a bar waiting for a woman who might not show up. It’s clear that I lost my mind and began to think with another part of my body. I’ve never felt such an intense desire for a woman.
I take another sip of whiskey and recheck the door. I want the beauty from the elevator to appear, and if things go the way I want, I want to invite her to spend Christmas with me. Sounds crazy, I know. She might have a husband, family, or just leave town for the holidays, but I wouldn't be at peace with myself if I didn't try.
This year I’m planning to spend Christmas at my ski cottage. My brother and I sent our parents on a cruise for Christmas, so I’m free to do what I want.
My mental plans are interrupted by the sudden appearance of the object of my desire. This time she is elegantly dressed in a knee-length skirt that hugs her hips and a button-down soft purple shirt under her winter coat. Her black hair is pulled back into a bun. She looks classy and fuckable.
I have an instant vision of her on her knees, sucking my dick.
My brunette sits at the bar and orders a drink. I’m surprised when the bartender places a colorful cocktail with an umbrella in front of her.
“James, you can take off for a few hours. Don't worry, nothing is going to happen to me in the bar.”
James smirks at me. “Thank you, sir, but I'm staying put. I'll be here with my glass of water.” There’s no point in arguing with him. He takes his job very seriously and never risks my safety.
I take my glass and head for my prey from the bar. The stakes are high, I will find out if I’m spending my Christmas alone, or if I will enjoy the gorgeous creature in front of me. There are two weeks until Christmas, and I’m planning to take my brunette for a few dates and until then, to find out what kind of person she is. You can never be too careful; the world is full of gold-diggers even though she definitely doesn't seem the type.
The intensity of my desire for her surprises me, especially since this year I focused more on business after my last relationship ended at the beginning of February. That's it, I'm fooling myself. My lack of regular sexual activity is to blame for my crazy desire for this woman. I jerked off twice in my office today because I couldn't work just thinking of her. Thank God for being the boss and having a private office and bathroom.
Chapter 3
Julia
I arrive at The Tig when I receive a text from the wedding planner canceling the meeting. Apparently, Marcie, Stephen's ex-fiancée, called her and told her they broke up. I love this time of the year when all the decorations are up, and everything is so festive. So, my plan is to get a drink, then go to bed and rest after this hellish day.
“Can I buy you a drink?” a deep voice asks behind me.
I roll my eyes at the clichéd approach. I usually refuse all the offers I receive from men in bars. In our dangerous times, you can never be too cautious. The guy doesn't even wait for my answer, and he orders himself a whiskey, which instantly annoys me.
“What do you want to drink?” he asks me again.
I’m about to refuse him, but I like his voice. I forget what I mean to say to him when I turn my head and look straight into his light blue eyes. He's the hot gray guy from the elevator this morning. I usually refuse men no matter how good they look in a business suit, but this one gives me a warm look. He gazes at me with interest, but his eyes don’t have that predatory look; cold, calculated, and indifferent.
And truth be told, I've wanted him since I saw him in the elevator. I tell myself I don't need to break my own rules of not dating anyone until I find an apartment, find another job, and get regular working hours again. I just don't have time for a man right now, especially not this juicy hunk in front of me with his alpha man vibes. An alpha man is the last thing I need.
He just looks so yummy, like a chocolate cake—bad for your figure but oh so exquisite and delicious.
So why the hell couldn't I eat the cake? Maybe I should give up the diet, at least for one night. He's obviously not boyfriend material, and I'm sure a rich guy like him is not really interested in me. They never are, like my ex Thomas explained it to me. Well, let's not dwell on the asshole ex.
The hot gray suit guy takes a seat in the high chair next to mine. “You're the guy from the elevator,” I say.
He smiles and extends his hand toward me. “Hi, I'm David Tate Spencer.”
An electric current seems to pass through us when our hands touch. “Nice to meet you, David. I'm Julia Dunn.”
“Happy to meet you, Julia.”
I move my feet under the high chair and hit his. He raises an eyebrow questioningly in my direction but says nothing.
I blush scarlet. I'm not shy, I don't have a problem talking to men, but I'm not good at the seduction and flirting stuff. I feel awkward.
“It's an awfully big coincidence that we just happen to be in the same bar, isn't it, David?” I say to break the ice.
“Not really. I confess I overheard your conversation this morning and wanted to see you again. So here I am. I hope it's ok, but if it's not I’ll leave and you’ll never hear from me again.”
I should find an excuse and leave, but for the first time in years, I feel it is necessary to take a risk. I reach for my cocktail and take another sip.
“It's a public place, I think we can talk a little. Why did you want to see me again?” I ask. I'm curious what made a man like him track me down in a bar just to see me again.
“I just want to talk, though I hope at the end of the night you’ll say yes to a dinner date later this week. Maybe tomorrow. I don't know if I can wait that long.” He runs his fingers through his hair and makes a sound of pure frustration. “Oh, God, I think I need to take it down a notch, don’t I? I'm scaring you. I'm usually not so clumsy with women.”
He is adorably sexy with his tousled hair and baby blue eyes, and refreshingly honest, which is extremely rare for a macho man like him.
“Well, you are intense, but at least you are honest,” I say.
“Yes, I’m honest, I can tell you that.” He laughs and gestures toward my drink. “Let's start over. Can I buy you a drink?”
“I don't know if I want another drink—I don't want to get drunk. People make bad decisions while they’re inebriated and end up regretting certain decisions.”
He laughs. “We can't have that, can we? Water it is, then.”
“Well, two is my limit so I can have another one of these.”
“Bartender, bring me another one of these.” He looks confused at my glass. “What cocktail is this?”
I blush crimson. Crimson. “Sex on the beach,” I say in a small voice.
His deep laugh shakes his big body and makes me shiver. “Do you always drink vacation cocktails in December?”
I relax when I see he is such a good sport and doesn't mention the sex in the cocktail's name.
“Yes, always. It's like happiness in a glass. My parents moved to Florida two years ago when they retired. When I go to visit them
, all we do is go to the beach and drink cocktails. I’ve become quite fond of them.”
“You drink 'Sex on the beach' cocktails with your parents,” he teases me.
“Oh, God, no, we drink something else. And please don't be an asshole and embarrass me about my choice of drink.”
He raises his hands in surrender.
“Can I tell you a secret?” I ask him. That second cocktail is making me bold.
“Of course, Julia. Always,” he says, and winks at me.
“I thought about you today, too, and your baby blue eyes. I had the feeling you were undressing me with them in the elevator. I was sad that I wasn't going to see you ever again.”
“Is that right?”
“Yes, it is. I don't know why,” I whisper.
“I know why,” he whispers back. “Because we have this intense attraction towards each other. I'm glad you feel it too.” He tilts his head a bit and scoots closer to me. “Can I also tell you a secret?”
“Sure,” I play along.
“I was undressing you in my mind in the elevator today. I've thought about you all the damn day and couldn't work and concentrate to save my life.”
Chapter 4
David
Her cheeks are flushed a soft pink, her eyes bright with desire. She's close enough for me to kiss if I dared. I decide to risk it all for one kiss because I'm sure it will be worth it. Every instinct I have says she’s different, that she is the one woman for me.
I inhale the scent of her, then I draw closer and touch her lips with mine. Her lips are soft and warm, and I lose myself in pleasure. I forget that I'm in the middle of a restaurant and take possession of her mouth. She opens her mouth, and a little moan escapes, a low guttural sound that makes me want to take her home and never let her out of my bed.
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