Page 4 of The CEO's Christmas Wife

“Come in,” I grumbled. There was always something else, but I brought this on myself by starting my own company.

The door flung open, and my jolly assistant, Miss Kandi Jolly, stepped inside with a bright, beautiful smile and a small plate in one hand and a coffee mug in the other.

“What can I do for you, Miss Jolly?”

She was really in the Christmas mood, and as much as I hated the holiday season, I couldn’t dampen that smile on her beautiful face. I’d been attracted to her since the first time I saw her months ago. She was fine and beautiful, and she had the sultriest voice and the sexiest walk. Anytime she spoke to me, I often had to tell my dick, “Down, boy.”

“I noticed that you’ve been in back-to-back meetings all morning, and I’m certain that you didn’t have time to eat.”

She lifted the platter a little and extended the coffee cup toward me as she made her way to my desk. The sound of jingle bells echoed through my office from the bells she wore on a necklace around her neck. A little Santa hat bobbed up and down on her head as she walked.

The ugly green, red, and silver Christmas sweater she wore needed to be burned. It hid the delicious outlines of her big, beautiful breasts. It was nothing like the formfitting red skirt that clung to her hips, thighs, and voluptuous ass.

“What’s this?”

“I brought you tuna on a blueberry bagel because I noticed that you love them. And I also have your chicory coffee.”

I tilted my head sideways because I didn’t realize she had paid so much attention to my likes and dislikes.

“Thank you.” I accepted the coffee and sandwich from her.

“You need to take more time out to eat.”

I glared at her, and she smiled brightly at me and turned to leave. I watched as she walked to the door. Her ass cheeks moved individually up and down, teasing the hell out of me.

“Miss Jolly?”

“Yes, Mr. Kayn?”

“I’ll need you to accompany me on a business trip.”

She turned around, wearing that same gorgeous smile. “Sure. Which trip?”

I could see her mentally going over my calendar.

“The one next week to Atlanta and then New York.”

Her smile dropped briefly but quickly returned. It was a forced smile, not genuine.

“The week before Christmas?”

Her voice sounded panicked, but I nodded. “Yes. Your presence is mandatory.”

“Yes, sir, Mr. Kayn.”

She walked out of my office, and though I hadn’t meant to burst her bubble, I knew that I had. I couldn’t imagine doing this trip without her though. There was so much that I would need for her to help me with. It would be easier if she could be in the car with me as I traveled, writing memos and amending contracts after one meeting ended and another began. Then there were the reservations and errands, shit I wouldn’t have time to do.

In the past, I had taken assistants with me on business trips, but they had been more of a hindrance than a help. Somehow, I doubted that would be the case with Miss Jolly. The onlyproblem I would have would be how to keep my thoughts, hands, and dick to myself. Because damn, though she was a little too happy for my liking, she definitely got underneath a man’s skin. I bit into my sandwich and realized that this wasn’t from the deli downstairs. A small smile tilted my lips as I realized she had made this herself. I tried to push her out of my thoughts and turn my focus to my next meeting, but it would be hard, much like my dick.

3

NO TRADITIONS

Kandi

“I promise, Mama. I’ll be back in time for our annual celebration. If nothing else, I’ll definitely be back in time for the Christmas Eve birthday celebration, storytelling hour, and the opening of our stockings and first gift.”

“Kandi, you’ve never missed a single holiday. What’s so special about this new job that you’re having to leave at this time of the year? Doesn’t your boss know this is the time that everyone flies back home or celebrates the holiday? I’m sure if you asked him, he would have given you the time off,” my mama complained.

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