Page 14 of Scrooged for the Holidays
Sam relays a vision in my mind from his perspective, another perk of our Nephilim grace. Me and Greer shaking hands, clear attraction in our body language.
I smirk.Jealous?
He grinds his teeth, eyes darkening with annoyance.
We don’t cross that line with the humans who come here in need.
I know that.But there’s something about Greer that makes me wonder why. Yes, it could get messy if anyone getsattached—humans who come here don’t stay. They come for a reason. But after seeing that vision he sent me, it’s obvious that Greer would be interested. I do agree helping to de-Scroogify her comes first, but what if—
Do your part, Kai. We have three nights to show her the past, present, and future, then she’ll leave on Christmas whether you want her to or not. There’s no time to delay.
Or play, I add with a touch of annoyance. I know he’s right. There are different types of humans who come here needing our help. Some may only need a place to stay for the night or a friend, but those like Greer, special cases, they’re always given three nights. It’s how the town’s magic works. And after she sees what she needs to see, she’ll decide what to do with the information. But no matter what, she’ll leave and eventually forget this place and us.
Sam exhales at the same time I sense us being watched. My gaze slips from him to Greer. Her eyes are wide and dilated, nostrils flared a bit. But she’s not looking directly at us; she’s looking at our hands.
I pull out from under Sam’s grip, which causes her attention to shift to my face. Her pale skin flushes at being caught looking, but there’s no mistaking her arousal and curiosity.
Thoughts of having a little fun with her get stronger. I can still do my job if we do. It’s not every day someone comes along that’s interested in both Sam and me. Moreover, if she’s aroused by Sam and I only touching, I bet she’ll be aroused by Remi, too. That beautiful being is hard not to be aroused by.
Ideas of the three of us—thefourof us—of Greer letting loose between us, those red lips leaving marks all over our skin, infiltrate my mind like a stunning vision. It’s a vision that’s so real, it feels like a message. A message that is telling me to listen.
My gut flips, and the hunger inside me swells. Does our magical town want more for Greer than the usual help we offer? Could she have been sent to us for an entirely different reason? All I know is I plan to find out. Sam can be mad if he wants to.
Chapter six
Greer
I’mstartingtowonderif I’ve died and I’m in some unique version of heaven that has a bunch of hot men everywhere. I’ll admit, that would be a great heaven. Or maybe it’s not heaven, and I’m in one of those cheesy Christmas movies where I think this is real but I actually got in a car accident and I’m in a coma in a hospital somewhere.
Morbid.
I take a sip of the espresso martini the bartender, Kai, made for me. It’s incredibly delicious, and I find myself taking another few sips before I set it down on the bar. The alcohol mixed with sugar and caffeine sends a jolt through my veins. Not that I need it—I’m already feeling wide-eyed and alert after whatever that interaction was between Kai and the broody attractive man with eyes like the midnight sky.
When I watched them together and felt the intensity between them, the void in my stomach that had been growling for food growled for something completely different. A flash of them together, with me between them, entered my mind like a vivid memory. And maybe because he was also otherworldly attractive and made me feel things, but that man from earlier at the restaurant, the one with the evergreen eyes, was there, too.He was watching us from a chair, his gaze ravenous and palm resting over the bulge in his lap.
I clear my throat and reach for my phone that I placed on the bar top. I don’t need to be thinking about that. I’m only here until I can go home; the last thing that’s going to happen is an orgy, much less an orgy that feels directly out of the pages of the eroticas I read. And definitely not in this small town right before Christmas.
I unlock my phone, shifting on the stool. There’s still no reception. Fucking great. I let out a dramatic sigh just as Kai walks over and places my food in front of me.
“You good?” he asks as I inhale the smell of truffle and garlic.
My stomach grumbles, and I nod, attempting not to think of him naked. “Fine, thanks.” I hold my phone up. “Do you have Wi-Fi in here? I can’t get a signal, and I’ve got some important work documents I need to get ahold of.” And I need to call that inn. I should have done that already.
“Sorry, no Wi-Fi available to the public.”
I frown, but unluckily for him, I’m not one who gives up easily. I transform my frown into a sultry smile. “Can you make an exception?” I lean forward a bit so he can see down the V of my shirt.
His eyes fall to the exposed skin, and he places his hands on the edge of the bar, leaning in as well so we’re not too far apart. “Sorry, Princess, no exceptions.”
My brow pinches. “I’m not a princess.”
He chuckles and stands up straight, his soulful brown eyes lit by the neon light of a sign behind me. “If you say so.”
I puff out a breath and attempt to keep a cool head. I may be particular about things and want what I want, but I’m not a princess.
I stare at him for a beat, and the corner of his lips tips up into a smirk. He’s a bartender; he’s got to be used to people flirting to get what they want. Free drinks, a night with him. I’m sure Ican’t be the first to try to get the Wi-Fi password. I decide it’s in my best interest to attempt a different tactic.
I turn my lips into a gentle pout, thinking of something sad. Not a lot brings tears to my eyes, especially since I hate crying and emotions in general, so it takes me a second, but then I remember that commercial about animal cruelty that uses “Angel” by Sarah McLachlan. I may not like being an emotional person, but I’m not a psychopath. My eyes turn glossy, and Kai shifts awkwardly on his feet at my change in energy.
