Читать книгу Unwrapping The Holidays - Sheryl Lister, Nana Malone - Страница 16
ОглавлениеJamie was a Christmas-decorating expert. A pro short on time, so, she did the basics. Stuck some battery-operated candles in the windows, put up the wreaths. Strung some garlands and pinned a few snowflakes to the ceiling. She pulled out the nativity scene to place under the tree.
It only took her about an hour after the tree had arrived. The whole time Cole had been absent. She hadn’t seen a glimpse of him since he’d brought her in. After she was done, she settled in to get some work done. Working, for her, was like going into another zone. She didn’t even like people around because it messed with her flow too much. She usually employed noise-canceling headphones and played nature sounds. She changed to music once she got her groove. Today, for sure, called for Christmas music.
After picking her spot on the couch, and setting up the router configuration, she was pretty much up and running. She was so deep into issues to mark for fixing that she didn’t notice when Cole had come out from one of the rooms down the other hallway.
It wasn’t until his shadow loomed over her that she snapped her head up.
When she jumped he grinned. Tugging the noise cancelers off, she smiled sheepishly. “Sorry about that. When I’m working I go total focus mode.”
“Yeah, I caught that. I’ve been trying to get your attention for five minutes. Of course that was before I realized you’d gone into la-la land or whatever.” He glanced around. “I see you were dead serious about decorating. Looks like a Christmas vortex in here.”
“Bah humbug, Scrooge.” She rolled her eyes. “I can’t believe you don’t get into Christmas.” Shoot, unless he was Jewish. “Damn, I didn’t even ask if your family even celebrated Christmas. Maybe you do Hanukkah or Kwanzaa or something and here I am with my nativity scenes.”
He coughed a laugh. “No, we did Christmas. It was a pretty big deal in my house, the hot cocoa, ice-skating on Christmas Eve. The whole thing.”
She frowned as she looked up at him. “So what happened? Did an elf scare you when you went to sit on Santa’s lap one year?”
A shadow crossed over his face and for a moment, he looked so vulnerable and lost. But then it was gone and he cleared his throat. “Nah, I’m just grown now. I know there’s no such thing as Santa Claus.”
She hadn’t imagined it. There was a shadow of pain behind his eyes, but he didn’t seem interested in talking about it. Of course, to someone like her, that just made her want to ferret it out and fix the bug. The defective code. Right the imperfection. Not your business.
So instead, she just said, “What? I refuse to believe there’s no Santa. I insist on believing in the jolly man with the beard and Rudolph. Except in my mind, Santa looks like a male model, and has a six-pack.”
The hint of a smile was back on his lips. “You want to interview for Mrs. Claus, then?”
She laughed. “I don’t do relationships.” At least not anymore. “Just like you don’t do Christmas.”
“Fair enough.” He inclined his head toward the front door. “I guess with your earphones on, you didn’t hear the front door. I had pizza delivered. I’m at a good stopping point if you are and want to eat.”
She lifted her brows. “Sure. I could eat, but then, I can always eat.”
His brows went up. “You’re so tiny though.”
“I am small but mighty.”
He smirked. “Anyway, if you want some help with some of the lights, we can do that before we eat.”
Jamison couldn’t believe her ears. “Mr. Bah Humbug wants to help?”
He shrugged. “You’re the size of an elf—you’ll never be able to get them up there. Besides, your sweater might catch fire with all those lights. And you seem super into it, so whatever.”
She glanced down. “This sweater is awesome. You’re just jealous they don’t have one this cool down in the gift shop for you. But you know what, I’ll find one for you, as a thank-you.”
His brow furrowed. “I’m good. You don’t need to thank me any more.”
Jamie glanced at her laptop and hit Save out of habit. The system autosaved her project, but she wasn’t taking any chances. “Oh, but I really, really want to.” Laughing as she stood, she had to crane her neck to look up at him.
Stretching out her muscles, she worked out the kinks as she followed him toward the aroma of pepperoni pizza. Her stomach rumbled.
“Okay, maybe we’ll get food first, then.”
Jamison laughed. “You don’t mind, do you?”
“Nope. Given the roar of your belly, I don’t want to see what happens if I don’t feed you.” He pulled down the plates and glasses and grabbed a couple of sodas out of the fridge.
This was weird and at the same time totally normal. Like they did this all the time. Nevermind the pink elephant in the room. Jamison thought she’d be more nervous talking to him, but he was so much mellower than she remembered. There was still an intensity to him and her skin still prickled with heat every time she felt his gaze on her, but this she could do. Act like a normal person and not a hormonal teenager.
Normal... Right. Besides, she had a hell of a lot of work to do. She’d run into a glitch in the maze. She was missing something, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. It was technically fine, but she didn’t do fine. Fine was not in her vocabulary. It needed to be outstanding. She needed a miracle so she had to be better than fine.
“You’re frowning. Why?”
Cole’s voice had a way of melting through her inner dialogue with herself. “Shoot, sorry, when I’m working, I tend to get all in my head and forget I’m meant to be talking to real people. Bad habit. So why don’t you tell me all about Cole Nichols. And not the boring sanitized school, work, location stuff. Real stuff. Like where are all the bodies buried.”
He laughed. “What makes you think I’d tell you that? For all you know you’ll be joining them.”
“I’m pretty sure I could take you. I’m small but mighty.” She took another delicate bite.
Cole’s eyes narrowed and sharpened on her lips. When he spoke, his voice was harsher, deeper. “You’re the size of a Smurf.” He looked like he wanted to say something else but snapped his mouth shut. His gaze locked with hers. The intensity of it nearly scorching her skin.
She should look away from him...except she couldn’t. If she wasn’t careful, she’d soon be doing that uncomfortable staring thing and he would know she was crazy. “I’ll take that to mean I’m sprightly! And sprightly wins over dark and broody any day.”
“I am not dark and broody.” He scoffed.
“I know your shtick. You act all bah humbugy, but you’re a good guy. After all, you let a relative, Christmas-loving, stranger stay with you when you were clearly not in the Christmas mood. Someone like that wouldn’t have bodies buried out back.”
Cole just shrugged. “You’re supposed to help elves. It’s like a Christmas rule or something.”
“Don’t think I don’t recognize deflection when I see it.”
It was a good thing Cole Nichols didn’t walk around with a grin all the time; women everywhere would be left quivering in his wake. The flash of teeth and the crinkling of his eyes at the corners and she was about to melt in a pool of warm gooeyness. “I have to remember you’re sharper than most.”
“Come on, no little details about what you’ve been up to all this time?”
He shook his head. “Not much to say if I can’t talk about work or where I live or where I went to school.”
Jamie stared at him. “Oh come on, no adventures, hiking the Andes, BASE jumping off the Eiffel Tower, no supermodel girlfriend in Antibes or Saint-Tropez? You’re ruining my image of the mysterious Cole Nichols.”
His laugh was quick. “I’m not mysterious. I’m an open book.”
Jamie raised a brow. “Okay, so what’s your deal—girlfriend, married? Why are you spending the holiday alone?” Why did you ask that? Why? A muzzle would be a good idea.
The teasing glint went out of his eyes in an instant. His one-word answer said it all. “Nope.” And the subject change was so quick it gave her whiplash. “You ready to put up those lights now? Or do you want the last piece?”
She glanced down at the pizza. Between the two of them they’d managed to eat seven of eight slices. Three of them she’d eaten herself. “Yeah, the lights seem like a good idea.”
Lights. Yes, more decorating. Then she’d get back to work. Deal with the task in front of her. Do what she came to do. Not drool over Cole. Because, well, she really should have learned her lesson by now.
For the next ten minutes, they worked in relative companionship. He even smiled once or twice. He might not like Christmas but he was letting her enjoy hers, which was pretty decent of him.
She turned to ask him for the next set of lights, but her foot slipped on the stool.
In a flash, Cole wrapped both arms around her, bringing his body flush against hers, and Jamison lost everything she’d perhaps ever had in her brain. Gone. Poof.
Jamie sucked in a deep breath. Cole stood statue-like as his hands flexed across her back. Tension wrapped around them, then crackled and Jamison didn’t know when she’d so acutely felt every feminine instinct.
He quickly held her away an inch, but if she dared breathe again, her nipples were going to rub against his chest. She could feel his hands moving behind her as they stood, gazes locked, bodies not otherwise moving. Holy hell. Cole Nichols was just about the sexiest man she’d ever seen in her life. Easy does it. Remember last time you went down this path?
Sure, he had an angled, sculpted jaw and cheekbones that made supermodels jealous and his dark lashes framed clear dark eyes. And of course there was the hair. It just looked soft to the touch. And there was no forgetting his body. She wondered if his abs still had abs. More than once when she’d been a teenager, she’d lost time just by trying to count them. She always got a little distracted around four and had to start recounting.
But for her, the pinnacle of sexiness lay in Cole’s lips. His lips endlessly fascinated her. Back then. Not now. Because now she was an adult who knew better. They were full and curved in a hint of a mysterious, devilish smile. It was that smile that had her drooling all over him years ago. It was those lips that made her want to misbehave.
And right now they were inches from hers. If she tipped up her face and stood on tiptoe and climbed up his body, she could press her lips to his. But Cole Nichols was not on the menu. You’re here to work.
So distracted by his lips, she forgot about keeping her boobs to herself; she released the breath she’d been holding. When her breasts brushed against his chest she clamped her jaw tight to stop herself from moaning. But one escaped anyway.
Cole’s eyes had fluttered shut but other than that, he was doing an excellent statue impression.
When he opened them again, she saw annoyance, confusion and something else. It looked like hunger. But that couldn’t be right. She cleared her throat, and then stepped down off the stool, out of his arms. “I guess I’m done with these lights.” She nervously licked her lips.
His voice was rough when he spoke. “You okay?”
She nodded slowly. “Yeah. Good. Great even.” Cue awkward silence.
“Sorry about the tree. A few branches broke when it fell.”
“No big deal, I can get the fake one out of the closet.”
“I can cut one from the property if you want. It’s one of the services we offer guests.”
“God, no, you don’t have to do all that. I just wanted to get into the spirit since I’m working and all. I don’t need you to cut me down a tree.”
He shoved his hands in his back pockets. “You never said why you were all alone for the holiday.”
There was no way she was getting into that right now. “Long story. Family is in France and I am hoping for a Christmas miracle.”
“Now who’s being mysterious?”
* * *
What the hell was wrong with him? Cutting down a tree? It had been years since he’d done this. His hands hurt. And his back was killing him. Hell, had it been this hard when he was a kid? Probably because his father had done the lion’s share of the work and he’d made snow angels.
But it was all worth it when he used the sled to drag the tree into the house. Jamie squealed and clapped. “Oh my God, it’s perfect.” If only it was this easy to make all women happy.
He’d never seen anyone so delighted over a damn tree. He was supposed to be working. A drink in his hand, basketball on in the background, laptop in his lap. That was the plan. Getting a Christmas tree wasn’t part of the equation.
But look how happy it made her.
The scent of cinnamon wafted in the air. “What’s that smell?”
She glanced toward the kitchen. “Oh, well, you took a little longer than I thought, so I started on a batch of my mom’s cinnamon cookies.”
“I really am rooming with a Christmas elf.”
“You bet.” She grinned at him, all white teeth and dimples.
She hummed Christmas songs as she pulled out a tray of cookies. And despite himself, Cole was starting to remember when Christmas had been fun. “So given your unholy love of the holiday, how did you end up all alone on Christmas? And don’t give me any bull about working.”
She rolled her eyes even as she laughed. “It is not an unholy love.” She tossed a piece of popcorn at him, which he dodged. “Fine. Bad breakup. That unsettled me a little. Then I’ve been so consumed with work that I haven’t really come up for air, so no time to plan something major. The family was headed for a big trip, but I just couldn’t do that and stay focused.”
He knew the feeling. “As of Thanksgiving I was single, so not really in the people kind of mood.”
She frowned. “I’m sorry. What happened? Hotter supermodel came along?”
Despite himself, his lips twitched. “No. That was the month before,” he teased. “She broke up with me.”
“Oh damn. I’m sorry.” She winced. “Sometimes my mouth runs away from me.”
“No, you’re good. I probably should have seen it coming. She showed more day-to-day interest in my stock portfolio than I did.” She was easy to talk to. Too easy.
“Ah, so she had her sights set on a billionaire.”
He laughed. “Yeah, I guess.”
“Well, her loss. I think millionaires have a lot to offer. If only women would give them a chance.”
He laughed and he threw a piece of popcorn at her. “You’re funny.”
“I mean, I’m just saying, when did millionaires go out of style?”
“Right?” he laughed. “I mean, I should be able to have at least two supermodel girlfriends.”
He didn’t manage to dodge the popcorn she threw at him. One kernel hit him right on the nose. “You are gonna get it.”
She squared her shoulders, and then put down the sewing needle she’d been using to thread the popcorn. “I’m not afraid of you, Nichols. I wasn’t when you drenched me at Matt’s pool party when I was eighteen. I’m not now.”
He frowned. Oh hell, he hadn’t thought of that day in years. Who was he kidding? His subconscious pulled it out from time to time. Her brother had thrown an eighteenth birthday party. The whole team had gone. He’d started to come out of the haze of despair that had become his constant companion by then. He still didn’t know how he’d had any friends at that point. That second party had been the only time Cole had spoken to her after that kiss that had changed everything.
She had refused to get in the water. Because he hadn’t known how to talk to her or apologize, he’d looped one arm around her waist and carried her in. In the water, he’d wanted to talk, to explain. To hold her.
But she’d been angrier than a half-drenched kitten.
“You sure about that, Jamison? I seem to recall you didn’t like me carrying you in. You probably don’t want all that popcorn in your hair.”
She narrowed her dark eyes. “Who says I’m the one going to end up with popcorn in my hair?”
He smirked. He liked that about her. Even when she was outmatched, she didn’t give—
Another piece of popcorn hit him on the nose and she was off, running around the island.
She was going to pay. He caught her easily enough and she laughed and squirmed while tossing pieces at him.
He grabbed a handful and pulled back her sweater, dropping them inside.
“Oh no, Cole, really?” She squealed as she laughed.
He grinned. “You asked for it.” Three hours with her and he was playing. When was the last time he’d played?
She might have protested, but she was still reaching for the pieces that had fallen on the floor and then she tossed them as she ran.
Again she didn’t get far; he picked her up easily with one arm. She squirmed and he said, “Easy does it. Truce? I don’t want you to hurt yourself.” He put her back down.
Her chin jutted up. “Me? I’m not—”
It hadn’t been his intention to kiss her. But she was wrapped in his arms with her eyes dancing and, well, damn it. It seemed like a good idea at the time. And she tasted like freaking heaven. Sweet, with just a hint of spice. And just one brush of his lips did him in.
Synapses in his brain fired the danger alert code. But the nerve endings in his body fired the “keep doing this” code. He kept the kiss light. Just a tiny taste. Just a little something for Christmas to make him still believe in wishes. Even though he knew better.
But then everything changed. Instead of pulling back with a shocked or concerned expression, she mewled, and then looped her arms around his neck. She was pressing her body into his and she was kissing him back.
Cole slid a hand down her back and pressed her against his body. Yes. Hell yes.
Even if this was a dream, it was one he could get behind. He’d sleep half the damn day if it meant more kisses like this.
Her tongue danced with his, tangling and twisting. Forcing his to chase hers. In a flash, he picked her up again and she wound her legs around his hips.
He couldn’t breathe; the desire contracted his lungs and airflow. With much effort, his brain made a few feeble attempts to come back online.
Jamie worked her fingers over his scalp and he groaned in ecstasy. It might not have been smart, but he didn’t care. He needed to stop thinking and right now she was the panacea he needed.
She tasted familiar yet illicit at the same time. In a matter of seconds they were seventeen again in Frank’s house, playing seven minutes in heaven.
The second she’d touched her lips to his, he felt like someone had poured gasoline on him and lit a match. And none of that feeling had gone away. In fact, it was worse. Much, much worse.
A flood of endorphins rushed through his blood as he remembered everything about that night seven years ago in startling clarity. From the taste of her lip balm, to the feel of her soft skin. And somehow it was more potent now, more visceral. He couldn’t get enough and he wondered if it might be possible to explode from a kiss.
Cole slid his hands under her sweater and around her back, relishing her velvety skin. She felt like satin under his fingertips. Her soft sigh like a balm to his soul.
Bringing his hands back to her torso, he skimmed her ribs. Tracing each with his thumbs. When his thumbs rubbed the soft undersides of her breasts, Jamie gasped and arched into the caress.
She threw her head back, breaking their kiss, and he smiled to himself as he watched her. She wanted more. She was wound just as tightly as he was. Just like him, she remembered.
He needed more. Needed to touch her, hold her.
With a frustrated growl, he snatched up the hem of her sweater. “Let’s toss this, shall we?”
She nodded absently and reached for him. He was more than happy to oblige, surpassing all thought that told him this was a bad idea.
He dragged that hideous sweater over her head and tossed it aside. “There, that’s better.”
She blinked into focus and grinned. “Yeah, it got really hot in here. Wonder why.”
She was so damn cute. “What do you say we get rid of this too. Make you more comfortable?” He tugged on her Cyberpunked T-shirt. Wait, what the hell? He frowned and focused on three lines of code with colorful, punk rock, rainbow font. Cyberpunked. “Where did you get this T-shirt?”
She looked down. “Oh, I had them screened and printed for all the employees. You know as a team-bonding thing. What, you want one?”
Cole’s gut fisted. Oh hell. He gently lifted her away from him. Jamison Reed was J.L. Reed. The one woman he couldn’t make comply. “You want to explain why the hell you won’t sell to me?”
She frowned, then blinked.
It took her a second to process. But he could tell when it finally dawned on her what he was asking. She stumbled back as if she was on fire. “You’re Teched?”
Cole crossed his arms. “Yeah. Want to answer my question?”
This was the man trying to take everything from her. She knew the vultures were circling and his company was the biggest, baddest bird among them. They didn’t think Cyberpunked could withstand the tide. Well, she’d just have to prove him wrong.
She glared up at him, then drew herself up to full height. “The only way you’re coming near me, or my company, is over my dead body.”
He glowered at her. “That can be arranged.” He’d spent the past half day with her. How was he just finding this out?
“I’d like to see you try.”
