Page 9 of The CEO's Christmas Wife

“You had to know that would happen. I mean, a few miles back, they forced us off the highway because they were shutting it down. If there was no one to plow the highways, then why would you think the back roads would be any better?”

The look he gave me almost made me wither in my seat—almost. I wasn’t too thrilled about being forced on this trip in the first place, so although I would make the best of it, I also was determined to be more vocal than I usually would be. But not so vocal that it would cost me my job.

“You saying you had a better idea than I did?” His voice was sharp and edgy.

I shook my head. “No . . . No, Mr. Kayn.”

He sighed, leaned his head back against the headrest, and closed his eyes. My eyes went to his Adam’s apple as it bobbed up and down. The man was so damn fine that everything he did was sexy. Oh, what a Merry Christmas it might be if I could have licked that Adam’s apple and slowly worked my way down to his?—

“Did you hear anything that I said?”

“Uhm, no sir, Mr. Kayn.” I licked my bottom lip and glanced at him.

He had unbuckled his seat belt.

“We’re not getting anywhere in this.”

“Are you going to get help?”

“No. There’s no help in this town.”

“Just because it’s a small, cute town doesn’t mean that there’s no help,” I stated and hopped out of the car with him.

“Trust me. There’s not.”

He moved to the trunk and removed our luggage.

“What are you doing?”

“Walking to the nearest bed and breakfast to get some rest and regroup. We ain’t going anywhere in this anytime soon. Give me the most important bag and leave the rest. You can carry your laptop bag.”

I took one of my rolling bags and gave it to him, and he grabbed his bags along with his laptop bag. His muscles strained against the coat that he wore, but he looked so good. I was thankful that we were out of that car though. The last two hours cooped up in the car had been difficult. The scent of his cologne, the raspiness of his deep baritone, and the looks that he cast my way every now and then lit my body on fire. At one time, he groaned about something on the highway, and I thought I would cum in my panties just at the sound.

“I probably should have worn another pair of shoes,” I stated as we set off after he’d locked the car up.

“The walk won’t be long. Don’t worry about it.”

“Mistletoe Falls.” I read the sign that we passed as we walked further down the main road. “How cute is that? It sounds like something you might see on TV.”

“Everything ain’t a fairy tale, Kandi.”

“Well, I happen to think that life is what you make of it. It’s as beautiful or as ugly as whatever is in your heart. I choose to allow the beauty to shine through.”

Mr. Kayn looked down at me and stared at me for several long seconds as we trekked through the snow. I shifted uncomfortably underneath his glare. It looked as if he were going to say something to me.

He finally asked, “Are you saying that I’m ugly, Kandi?”

“No, I’m not,Kayn.” I smirked up at him, waiting for his reaction. I knew that I pushed the envelope, but I wouldn’t go as far as saying Emmanuel because that would be too disrespectful.

“Good. We wouldn’t want you working for an ugly boss, would we?”

I halted in my steps, staring after him. My heart lurched in my chest before I ran ahead and apologized. “I’m sorry. I thought we were talking about your heart.”

“We were. So, my heart isn’t ugly, but I am?”

“No, . . . I didn’t mean that. I meant, . . . Mr. Kayn?—”

“Kayn is fine,” he replied as he glanced at me out of the corner of his eyes. A slow smirk tilted the corners of his lips and surprised me. He was teasing me. Whew! This fine man kept a girl on eggshells.

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