Page 18 of Merry Christmas To Me
Chapter 8
Sia~
It was Christmas Eve, and I was so screwed.
Sex only, my ass.
And speaking of asses, that was another experience I never expected to enjoy. Saturday night, Archer had informed me that he’d been putting it off long enough, and though it had been painful as hell-at first-eventually, I’d gotten what the big fuss was all about.
But it was what happened next that had me all screwed up.
Sunday had been spent talking.
Because Archer was so…uh, sizable, my body had been out of commission on Sunday after the whole penis is the ass thing, so we had spent Sunday behaving like a goddamn couple. Archer had been attentive all day and had even run me a bath that night.
We had talked about my family and how I was going to miss seeing them tomorrow. We had talked about Lily and Daniel, and how they were probably my only real friends. We had talked about my job and the awesome Christmas bonus we’d received, and how I wanted to buy a house with it.
In turn, Archer had spoken about his parents and how they left a lot to be desired as decent human beings. He had spoken about his shop and all the hard work he had put into making it happen. He had talked about how his apartment used to be two separate units. And he talked about his employee, who were really friends, and how he ran with a rough crowd, but they were all a great group of guys.
And after a morning of slow, deep, sensual sex Monday morning, Archer had gone his way and I had gone mine, and I had spent all day at work with the sinking feeling that I’ve come to like Archer Bentley.
Then things got worse when I’d gotten home from work, and instead of waiting until eight like he had the week before, Archer had shown up shortly after six, had taken a shower, had helped me with dinner, and after we’d eaten, we had spent the rest of the evening in bed until we’d fallen asleep together around ten.
It had been wonderfully domestic.
I hadn’t even had that kind of casual routine with Rodney, and we’d been dating six months. A part of me had wondered if Archer had been right all along, and I never really trusted Rodney. In less than two weeks, I’ve experienced more personal intimacy with Archer than I ever had with Rodney.
And tonight was Christmas Eve and our last night together.
I had made a deal-ademandactually-and I wasn’t going to be that idiot who went back on her word. However, if Archer were the one to suggest we reevaluate the deadline, I wouldn’t say no.
I snapped myself out of my Doomsville mood and went back to looking at the watches in the jewelry display. The insurance firm closed early today, but I had kept that little tidbit to myself. If I had told Archer I was getting off work early, he probably would have closed up early, too, insisting on coming over since this was our last night together.
So, I was basically sneaking around, and how funny was that? I was behaving like a girlfriend who was trying to surprise her boyfriend for Christmas. And a watch was the only thing I could think of that didn’t seem too personal. Sure, it might be expensive, but it was just a watch.
There was a nice sapphire-colored Benjamin Banneker watch that I thought was classy but practical. I quickly snatched it up, and once it was wrapped, I damn near snuck into my own home, where I hid the box behind one of Lily’s presents.
After hiding the watch, I shot Archer a text because, yeah, I was that far gone for the man.
Me:FYI…got off work early
I didn’t even have time to get comfortable on the couch when his reply came through, and butterflies began fluttering in the pit of my stomach.
Archer:Stuck here 4 a bit. Come by
Me:Come by or cum by?
Archer:If u think I wont fuck u n my office during business hours, ur wrong
My entire body clenched, and for someone who was all about responsible and respectable sex before Archer came into my life, I wasn’t against his suggestion just now.
Was it possible to be a slut but for only one person?
Me:If u think I won’t let u, UR wrong
Archer:Get ur fucking ass over here NOW!
I read his reply, and a part of me felt bad. There was a hidden motive behind me going to his place. Tomorrow morning, I wanted to be the one to walk out of his apartment, not the other way around. I didn’t want to be home, waiting for Archer to walk out my door. My plan was to hide his gift under his tree before sneaking out in the morning.
