Page 47 of Welcome Home for Christmas
“Fine. Spare me all the juicy details if you want,” Julie said, pouting her lips. “Even though when Lawson and I started dating, I told you all the juicy details.”
Allison pulled her lower lip between her teeth and bit down gently. Then she walked quickly to her office door and shut it. “Fine, but this is top-secret information. Don’t tell anyone.”
Julie bounced lightly on the heels of her feet. “Oh, goody. You’re going to spill the juicy details. Did you and Troy kiss or something?”
Allison brought a hand to cover her face. “Yes,” she said, and startled when Julie squealed with delight. “Shhh. People will hear you.”
“Do you think that you and Troy are going to do more than kiss?” Julie asked excitedly.
Allison peeked out between the cracks of her fingers. “We already kind of did more than kiss,” she admitted.
Julie gasped. “Did you make out?”
Allison removed her hand from her face and met her friend’s eyes. “More,” she said, and Julie’s hands flew to her mouth to muffle another loud squeal.
“Did you…? No…Did you?”
“Yes,” Allison said, cheeks heating. It wasn’t like her to have sex with a guy she barely knew. But there was something about Troy that made her feel like she did know him.
“You had sex?” Julie asked.
“Quiet,” Allison warned again.
Julie pulled Allison into a hug. “I knew it. I knew you two had chemistry. This is so wonderful,” she said. “You deserve this.”
“It’s just for fun, really,” Allison said again. “Nothing serious.”
Julie cocked an eyebrow. “With you everything is serious.”
“Not this time.”
And Allison deserved a little fun in her life. She’d worked hard all year, given everything she could to everyone but herself. She’d been a good girl and Santa needed to deliver the goods—literally.
“You’re so thinking about doing him right now,” Julie accused, clucking her tongue.
“Not true.”
But yeah, that was exactly what Allison was thinking.
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On Thursday night, Allison glanced at the clock. It was a quarter past six. She’d gotten home from work, changed clothes, and slipped into her sex-me panties. Then she’d poured herself a glass of wine to relax, because sleeping with a guy when she didn’t know his entire life story yet was still awkward for her. She didn’t even know what time Troy got off work or if he’d come straight over. If this were a real relationship she’d know these things. She sipped a little more of her wine.
Her doorbell rang at five minutes to seven. By that time she’d drunk two full glasses, enough to make her have that floaty, wonderful feeling.
She hurried to open the door and met Troy’s brown eyes. He gave her that floaty, wonderful feeling, too. She couldn’t wait to get him in her bed again. It was all she’d been thinking about since he’d proposed their new arrangement yesterday at lunch.
He smiled back at her, dressed in a pair of faded blue jeans and a red sweater. His dark hair was combed neatly and his face was clean-shaven. Sexy, but not the look of a man who was about to tear her clothes off and ravage her body.
“Hi,” Allison said. She heard the slight slur of her voice and giggled. Maybe she shouldn’t have finished that last glass of wine.
“Hi yourself, beautiful,” he said. Then he lifted his arm and glanced at his watch. “You ready?” he asked.
“Ready?”
“Yeah. I’m taking you out tonight, remember?”
Allison shook her head. She remembered that she and Troy were getting together, but he hadn’t said anything about going out. She looked down at her outfit and back up at him. “Where are we going?” she asked.
