Page 21 of Stocking Stuffers
Karen, who had a rocking singing voice, grinned and shuffled Sasha into her spot.
Now she was farther from the door and freedom.
Next they sang “Silver Bells.” Sasha’s teeth hurt it was so sweet. Everyone seemed so happy, and she was miserable.
“Sasha, why don’t you take another step back. You’re blocking my light a little,” Andie said, which was frankly untrue, but Sasha would do anything to get away from the singing. “Perry, you’re a baritone, aren’t you? You should go stand by Sasha.”
What did him being a baritone have to do with her?
Perry flicked his gaze up at the ceiling and Sasha followed his eyes.
Mistletoe.
Andie had been maneuvering her underneath the mistletoe.
Sasha scowled. She was perfectly happy fucking around with Perry, but she was not falling prey to any holiday matchmaking.
Relationships weren’t her thing. She wanted nothing to do with the sugar plum hearts dancing in Andie’s eyes. The women in the room were watching the drama play out with glee.
“Stop it,” Sasha said, and everyone laughed. “I think I’m done singing. If you’ll excuse me.”
She escaped the nightmare caroling. Perry caught up with her before she reached the Blue Spruce Room.
“I’m sorry about that,” he said, touching her shoulder lightly. “I didn’t have anything to do with it.” He sighed. “Well, maybe they can see that I’m kind of lost over how much I like you, but I didn’t put them up to it.”
She stared up at him. “You shouldn’t like me. I’m not girlfriend material.”
“I didn’t ask you to be my girlfriend. I know where you stand, Sasha.”
“Once the snow-pocalypse is over so is this.” She gestured between them.
The muscle in his jaw twitched almost imperceptibly. “I know. Doesn’t mean I don’t like you. I think I’m allowed.” He smiled at her, and she was lost herself. All it took was a flash of his straight, white teeth to make her soften.
Damn it.
He cupped her cheek gently. “Come on. I want to show you my favorite room in the house. It’s a secret room.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, and you’re going to love it.”
“Why?” she asked.
“It’s the only room Val doesn’t decorate for Christmas.”
She closed her eyes. Oh man, someone was getting his dick sucked later.
“Lead the way.”
Chapter Four
Sasha slipped into the Blue Spruce Room to discreetly grab a handful of … uh … implements before following Perry up to the third floor. Luckily, the baggy sweats and sweatshirt she was wearing had large pockets.
Once they reached the third floor, Perry stopped in front of the door at the end of the hallway. It was locked, but he had a key. He opened the door, which led to narrow, steep stairs.
“We’re not going to find your wife locked away up there, are we?”
He glanced over his shoulder with a confused smile. “Huh? No. I’m not married.”
