Page 14 of The Christmas Wife

"So you know, I am not sorry."

"Huh?" Her eyebrows knit, "What are you talking about—?" Her gaze widens as I grip her under her armpits and hold her away from my body. The cold instantly infiltrates my chest. Fuck… Now I am getting melodramatic, or perhaps, I’ve simply been standing around without clothes for too long.

"Don’t you dare, Wes?—"

I release her.

She plops into the hot tub and water splashes over the sides.

"You asshole," she splutters. "How dare you?"

"Oh, I dare, alright. In fact, I’m just getting started. I am taking over the house for the holidays. You’ll have to find yourself other accommodations."

"Weston— You motherfucker," her screech follows me. "Come back right now, or else…"

I pause, glance at her over my shoulder, "Or else?"

"Or else...you’ll never find out about the proposal I have in mind for you."

5

Amelie

"Proposal, huh?" He arches an eyebrow.

"Yeah." I nod.What the hell am I doing? And after I’d blown him… Willingly, I might add… What the hell was that all about?

Not that I have anything against giving a blowjob, but honestly, it’s not something I’ve done before with a man I don’t know well… And that is the problem. With Weston, there had been this instant reaction to him, from the time I’d first seen him. I’d wanted to slap that smirk off his face, then hit him in the dick, right before I pulled him close and smooched the hell out of him. Shit, this…push-pull reaction I am having to him is insane. From the time he’d walked through the patio door, he’d been mean to me. He’d been pushing my buttons, all right, trying to get a reaction out of me. And you know what? I am not going to let him win this David and Goliath game we have going on here. I’d been promised I could have this space over the holidays and I intend to make sure I do.

If it means sharing with this a-hole of a man… This hot and sexy, ripped, 100% macho maleness of a billionaire, doctor…Gulp. Then so be it. I am not going to let him crowd me into corner, or overpower me with his status…. Okay, so maybe I am a little overwhelmed by his uh, larger than life assets…but come on, who wouldn’t be? And that kiss at the end? When I’d flung myself at him…because, well, I am a slut… Fine, fine, so berate me, but I swear, there had been something about the power I’d been able to wield over him, when I had taken him in my mouth, and his body had responded to mine.

Whatever his issues with me… Physically, the signals he’s been broadcasting are clear—he wants me. And let me tell you, there’s something very satisfying in that, in knowing that this powerful man is helpless in the face of whatever it is that our bodies are communicating with each other. And face it…sharing a space with him would be no…hardship… Except for that horrible attitude of his, of course. I’m willing to give him a chance though… Who wouldn’t? Not when he’d kissed me back… He had. He had pulled me to him, closed that big sexy mouth of his over mine and kissed the hell out of me… Enough for my knees to go weak, for my pussy to clench, and my panties to dampen all over again, like I’d just run into the Thames. Okay, so maybe not the last comparison, considering the Thames is grimy as hell, but you get what I mean, huh?

"I… I am not leaving," I say.

"Yes, you are," he reiterates.

"Nope."

"Yes."

He leans a hip against the door, and damn him, couldn’t he have, at least, put on some clothes? I mean, this entire encounter? He’s been butt-naked, and it’s a mighty fine butt, and massively corded thighs, and that eight pack…and… Hell, not going down that path right now.

"You’ll want me to stay, I promise you."

"Huh?" He folds his arms over his chest. Those biceps bulge, his shoulders fill the doorway, and it’s not because its narrow. The entrance, I mean.

"I’ll be your housekeeper—cook your food, clean…" I wave a hand in the air, "Considering you’re laid up with that…uh, injury, you’ll need someone to take care of your needs."

"Needs, huh?"

Shit, I hadn’t meant to word it that way, but whatever, at least he’s listening to me.

"You bet." I swing one leg up over the lip of the hot tub, then scramble up and straighten. "You hadn’t thought about how you were going to manage over the holidays without being able to use your hand."

"Hmm." He raises his injured palm, then scratches at his jaw. "You offering to help?"

"Do you want me to help?"

---