Page 7 of Forever His This Christmas

“Okay what’s going on? You’re home early and that grin is not something I’ve seen in a long time,” Jackie said as they hit the floor at the same time from the different elevators.

“Remember Mr. Bartender?”

“Tall, dark, chocolate eye dreamboat? Yeah, why? Ooohh,” Jackie hummed happily clapping a bit, “you went back to the bar and found him, didn’t you?”

“No, he sort of found me. He’s the new owner of the company.”

“What?” she gasped, her jaw dropping wide open.

“I know,” Lisa said, giving her friend a nod at the shock. She’d have likely responded the same way if they weren’t in front of the others earlier. “He owns the bar along with about a third of the town.”

“So now that he’s rich you’re going after him?” Jackie said, her brows knitting together a bit. “I mean, that’s not like you at all.”

“No, I’m not going after him period. It does mean that he’s not a playboy bartender that sleeps with anything though. He’s a businessman who claims he doesn’t so I’m not about to fight this attraction right now,” she offered her friend pulling a slow nod from her.

“Yet you scurried home the second work was over…before that even if you’re here now.”

“He’s down in his car in the visitor’s lot waiting for me.”

That sent Jackie’s eyes wide again, shaking her head a bit. “Wait, you’re going out with himtonight?”

“No, I’m going over to his place because if I don’t sleep with him now, we’ll likely end up doing it tomorrow and that would lead to some very bad things if we’re at the office.”

“True, you never go in for office romance, so you don’t know the trick to hiding it,” Jackie mused making her shake her head at her friend.

“It’s not romance. It’s just sex,” she countered before going into her place to grab some things. Her weekender bag would do she figured, and she gathered some items for work along with some of her nicer lingerie pieces. She was glad she’d dressed up a bit more today than normal knowing the new owner was coming through at some point this week.

That didn’t mean she had to put on some of her nicer lingerie, but she had, which was good. There were no giant panties hiding under her clothes right now. Not that she had giant panties, but she did have some that were just for being comfortable in, particularly during that time of the month.

“Have fun and let me know you’re alive if you’re planning on taking that much with you,” Jackie said giving her a hug at the door.

“Absolutely,” she promised before skipping down to the car. She refrained from the actual act, but her insides were doing it.

Corey got out when he saw her and put the bag into the backseat kissing her before opening the door for her to get into the car. It made her smile as he took the driver’s seat back.

“What’s that grin for?”

“Just thinking that you’re not exactly the typical male,” she mused, certain she shouldn’t enjoy it as much as she was.

“How’s that?”

“You know, opening a door for a woman, carrying the heavy boxes, getting the bag…”

“Let’s just say my mother made sure I knew the proper way to treat a woman. I got worse than an earful when she saw me honking the horn for my girlfriend in high school to come out for our date once.”

“Mothers…can’t live with them and can’t kill them,” she said with a laugh, watching him as they made their way across town.

“Yours still on your case I take it?”

“More now than ever since I didn’t go home for Thanksgiving. I can’t stand that she thinks I have to have a man to be happy. I was perfectly content without one and without you screwing with my desires.”

“Join the club Lisa,” he stated as they pulled into the garage for the condo. He left the files in the car as he took out her bag and opened the door for her. He couldn’t help himself from backing her into the corner of the elevator and kissing her as they made their way up to the top floor.

The second the doors opened into the penthouse, he lifted her into his arms and carried her into the bedroom tossing her bag onto the side chair as he pushed her jacket from her shoulders. He started on the buttons of her blouse, but they were taking far too long, and he grabbed the sides of her top, letting out a groan when she stepped away from him. “Lisa…”

“You’ve already ripped one of my shirts I don’t need you to bust the buttons off this one,” she warned as she quickly slid the buttons out of their holes and tossed the blouse aside.

“So that’s why you stole my shirt?”

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