Page 18 of Daddy Christmas

Uneventful was generally a good thing in my book where flights were concerned.

Mr. Abrams had the same driver as the other day, and he greeted me with a courteous nod and opened the door for me.

He deserved cookies, and I’d made plenty.

“I have Christmas cookies for you later,” I told him and got in. Same spot as last time. I didn’t wanna assume I’d suddenly be sitting next to Wyatt, although I was hoping for a heavy make-out session.

He took his seat across from me and had mirth dancing in his eyes.

“Did I say something funny?” I asked.

He shook his head. “Something sweet.”

Because of the cookies? I grinned. “There’s a whole gift basket waiting on your desk.”

He smiled, because he did that nowadays, and wouldn’t stop observing me. It was kind of unnerving. I didn’t know how to act or move forward. My body was already strung with anticipation to follow his lead—and I wasn’t sure that was awesome. We hadn’t really discussed anything. Were we going to date? Was this lunch a date?

“Where are we going?” I asked. “You’re not saying anything. It’s weird.”

That made him chuckle, and he folded one leg over the other and clasped his hands in his lap. “I’m merely enjoying my view. It was…frustrating not to see you yesterday.”

Just like that, the unnerving feeling evaporated.

“You’ve caused quite the stir in my head,” he said.

“Okay, but what about in your pants?”

He coughed around a laugh and grinned out the window. “There too.”

Hot. Now I couldn’t stop picturing him hard. I wanted to see him nekkid.

“I saw the gift basket,” he added. “I dropped off my luggage in my office before I came down to get you.” He faced me again, affection simmering in his expression. “It may be the sweetest gift I’ve ever received, figuratively and literally speaking. I…I hope you’ll help me eat it all.”

If my smile was half as goofy as I suddenly felt, I was in trouble. Talk about full-blown crush in effect already.

I detected a hint of tentativeness in him, however.

That was nuts.

“I’d love to.” I unzipped my jacket because it wasn’t that chilly. “The cupcakes are my favorite after snickerdoodles.”

“Somehow, that doesn’t surprise me.” He smirked a little. “You eat the frosting first, don’t you?”

“How else do you eat a cupcake?”

He rumbled a chuckle. “As long as there’s room for food. Dessert comes afterward.”

The way he said it made it sound like he was testing me for my response. Because it went without saying that I disagreed with him. Cupcakes were a perfectly fine dinner alternative. And for dessert, you could have ice cream, maybe.

“If you say so.” I scrunched my nose.

His eyes held a tone of severity that drew me in. “I do.”

I chewed on the inside of my cheek and stared at him. He was testing me. Or feeling me out.

This stuff was gonna get me horny before we even arrived at the lunch place.

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