Page 5 of Vixen's Guide to Christmas
That was the second account I didn’t get. There was one more after that. And I have a feeling she’s the reason behind all of them.
But that ends tonight. I don’t know if she pitched to Left for Love, but I doubt anyone else would go above and beyond like this to secure an account. And if I get this job and meet a beautiful woman in the process? That’s just icing on the cake.
“Is that so?” she says as she leans in a little closer. “I should warn you, I’m pretty competitive.”
The nearness allows me to get a whiff of her perfume. I think every woman I’ve ever been with has worn something sweet or floral. Not Kat. No, this is warmer. Sensual. A hint of vanilla.
I was enthralled before. Now I’m fully under her spell.
“It is. And so am I.” I push the tablet aside so I can lean a little closer to her. “I know the organizer said that she used our speed-dating rankings to team people up for trivia. How about we rig the system? Get the guaranteed win.”
Her smile is big and full of playfulness. “Well, you’re the only one I’ve put down that I’d like to see again. How’s that for rigging the system?”
“Funny, I did the same thing.”
“Which means we’re going to be paired up.”
Now it’s my turn to smile. “No systems to rig.”
“Just you and me, beating the hell out of everyone else.”
We sit there quietly for a second, a shared look between us that I feel throughout my body.
I date plenty. Sometimes seriously, others for a short time before the vibe ends. But it’s been a while, maybe ever, that I’ve felt this kind of pull to a woman just minutes after meeting her.
Thank you, Hazel…
I stand up and hold my hand out for her. “Want to get a drink first?”
She puts hers in mine, a spark shooting through us. “Sounds good. How about an old fashioned?”
Yup. I’m going to marry this woman.
“Okay, daters! You’re now matched up for the trivia portion of the night,” Hazel announces as someone comes around and lays pencils and sheets of paper on our tables. “First thing you’re going to do is come up with a team name. Keep it clean, but have fun with it.”
“Well, that’s no fun,” Kat pouts. “The best part of trivia nights is double-entendre’d team names.”
I laugh, knowing exactly what she means. “I think the best one I ever did was My Dixie’s Normous. This is what you get for taking a bunch of business guys and letting them loose at trivia night.”
“That’s good. Though, my go-to is Fact Me Harder.”
Oh, that’s good. Punny. Subtle. A little dirty. “That’s really good.”
“Why, thank you.”
She takes a little bow, and I don’t know why it makes me smile. Everything she’s doing is making me smile like a fool.
“So what are we thinking?” I ask. “I feel like ‘Winners’ is too spot on.”
“For sure,” she says as she puts the end of the pencil next to her lips. Fuck, those red lips are going to haunt me in my dreams. “Should be a pun, obviously, but with a Christmas twist?”
“Definitely,” I say. “Bad Elves?”
“Maybe,” she taps her manicured nail to her chin. “We can do dirty, right?”
“I think it’s encouraged.”
The smile on her face is not just devilish, it’s full-on naughty. “Claus Deep.”
