Page 36 of The Office Games

Finally seeing it doesn’t make me feel a sense of elation, though.

It’s bittersweet.

As if James feels it too, he squeezes my hand.

Twelve-foot nutcrackers greet us as we pull into the winding tree-lit driveway, and I sigh as a valet approaches the driver’s side door.

“Um…did you want to maybe stay the night before going to The Four Seasons?” I look over at him.

“They’re sold out.”

“I meant inmysuite. Unless you’re super desperate to finally get away from me.”

“Hmmm.” He lifts my bag onto the bell cart and then adds his.

The valet drives the car away, and the bellman leads us inside the building.

The lodge wraps me in warm nostalgia as we walk through the glittering lobby, past the long row of sparkling Christmas trees. The scent of balsam and freshly roasted pecans waft through the air, and the memories of last Christmas bring a smile to my lips.

“Miss Georgiahas been quite busy with all the events this week,” the bellman says, “but she wanted me to make sure you knew that she made a last minute change to the title of your suite.”

“What’s it called now?”

“The Holiday Homecoming suite.” He picks up a bright red envelope from the desk and hands it to me.

“Would you two like to be escorted to the elevator bank or go up on your own?” he asks.

“We’ve got it from here, sir,” I say. “Thank you.”

“Welcome home.” He smiles at me and shakes James hand before walking away.

“Before you leave, you have to let me give you a tour of the entire estate.” I lead James to the elevator. “I mean, unless…”

I don’t finish my sentence and he doesn’t push me to.

We ride upstairs in silence and when the doors glide open, I walk to the suite and unlock the door.

My jaw drops at the sight of the three sparkling trees standing across from us. They’re drenched in emerald green and gold ornaments that complement every feature in this room.

There’s one king-sized bed, flanked by doors that lead to separate bathrooms, and a kitchen that overlooks the slopes.

"Do you mind if I take the bathroom with the tub?” I ask.

“Not at all.” His eyes linger on mine. “I was going to ask if I could take the one with the shower.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.”

I pull a T-shirt and shorts from my suitcase and shut the door to the second bathroom.

Filling the tub with the estate’s trademark vanilla bubble bath, I slip under the suds and shut my eyes, wishing I’d told James to join me.

When I emergefrom my bath, James is still in the shower with the door hanging wide open.

I watch as the suds slide down his rock hard chest, as James runs a hand through his hair. His huge cock is jutting out toward me, begging for me to taste it.

He turns around mid-stare, holding my gaze.

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