Page 21 of Her Christmas Monsters

“Speaking of ... Director?” I ask hesitantly. I’d been reluctant to bring it up, not wanting to think I didn’t deserve it, but it came as a shock to say the least.

“You were right,” Fynn says, as he turns back to us, apparently leaving Ethan to rummage through the fridge. “There were others who excused Jackson taking credit for your work. Like I told you, that’s not how my company works. I only put those in power who deserve it, and you are the most deserving person I can think of for this role.”

“Hear, hear!” Ethan shouts as he pops the bottle of champagne he found.

Fynn grumbles something under his breath but ignores Ethan as he pours the bubbly into glasses.

I can’t help the smile that stretches across my face as I look at all three men. They all helped me in their own way, and despite not knowing each other a few days ago you would never know. They might bicker sometimes, but I can see true friendship forming between them already. This is only the beginning, and I can’t wait to see what else is to come.

This display has turned out to be so much more than I could’ve ever hoped for. Not only did I grow in my work, but this experience led me to my mates. Three pieces of my heart I never knew were missing.

It actually turned out perfect—a monstrous holiday display for my three monster mates.

Chapter Twelve

“Extramarshmallowsinmineplease,” I call to Ethan as the clink of mugs echoes from the kitchen.

“I’m bringing a whole bowl of them so you can put in as many as your heart desires,” he answers.

“Who’s the suck-up now?” Soren says smugly as he ... rubs my feet.

I glance back at Fynn, knowing the expression on his face will be priceless. He doesn’t disappoint and stares at Soren incredulously. Thankfully, the look goes completely over Soren’s head as he continues to massage my sore soles. Fynn’s arms tighten around my waist and he nips my earlobe in retaliation, sending a jolt of pleasure down my spine.

I just nestle in closer to him, his warm embrace and the massive brown leather sofa relaxing me after being on my feet all day. I’m the highest level of comfy there is after immediately changing into my pajamas as soon as I got home.

Home.

It’s strange that this place has become that so quickly.

Since Soren didn’t have a place of his own he was of course staying with me, something the other two guys weren’t too fond of. Saying that my small apartment felt cramped with all four of us there would be an understatement. So Fynn asked us all to move in with him. I went from living in a tiny one-bedroom apartment to calling a multi-million dollar mansion home in the matter of weeks.

It was bizarre leaving my first apartment in the city behind, but the move was for the best. Not only do we all have our own rooms now, but Fynn even made up my own office, filled with state-of-the-art electronics for my designs. Not to mention the large bed I now have that can comfortably fit all four of us.

The past month has been an absolute whirlwind, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Still you,” Ethan answers as he brings the tray out and places it on the coffee table. As he walks in front of the fireplace, orange flames dance along the grey stone of his gargoyle form—which was another huge perk of living here. Fynn’s house is set back enough from the street that the guys can be in their monster forms without terrifying my elderly neighbor Barb.

It had been a mission trying to convince her Soren was in costume—hence the need for the enchantment.

“Here you are, darling,” Ethan says, and hands me the mug carefully. He’s surprisingly capable of doing a lot more than I would’ve thought in his gargoyle form—a lot more.

“Thank you.” I smile, cupping my mug eagerly between my palms. I let the warmth sink into my weary bones as waves of relaxation wash over me.

He places a handful of marshmallows in the cup for me, since I’m pretty much being held in place by my two other mates, and I take a sip.

“Ouch,” I yelp, and clutch the mug by the handle and hurriedly fan my mouth as though that will actually do anything.

My frown deepens as all three of them laugh.

“Did I mention it’shotchocolate?” Ethan chuckles.

“Very funny,” I grumble.

“I just got back the numbers from today,” Fynn interrupts, cutting off my very real threat to not kiss any of them until my tongue is completely healed.

“Even on Christmas Eve the Krampus display did far beyond our projections while not even dipping into the profits of the Santa one,” Fynn announces, and we all whoop in celebration.

“You did an outstanding job, Director of Marketing,” Fynn says, placing a soft kiss on my cheek. “There’s even been demand for displays at other malls next year and to have something starting in October for Halloween.”

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