Page 66 of Vixen's Guide to Christmas
"I needed my strength," he says with a laugh before leaning in close. "I do remember that sex was a part of the agenda today. You don't want me passing out, do you?"
"We can't have that," I say, my body heating just thinking about Christmas sex. Which I have to assume ranks at the top of all days to have sex. "If you want one more, you can have it."
He kisses my hand before sitting back. "No, I can’t eat another bite. Though I am ready for my afternoon of fun that also included cookies and naps.”
“Say no more.” I put down my napkin before standing up. “I’m going to go break into the kitchen. Are you coming with me for the Christmas heist?”
He shakes his head. “I’m going to wait for our server to come back. Make sure he’s taken care of. And the others who are working today.”
You can tell a lot about a man on how he treats the wait staff. And if he’s doing what I think he’s about to do, this man just earned a long, afternoon blowjob.
“That’s really nice of you,” I lean down and kiss him. “Chip in extra for me too, okay?”
He nods. “You got it. Meet you at the elevator?”
“Sounds good.”
I give him one more kiss before I start making my way to the kitchen, hoping there’s a worker who I’ve met over the last few days who can sneak me back for some treats. I have no clue if there are actually cookies back there, but there have to be a few, right?
“Ho! Ho! Ho! Merry Christmas!”
I smile as I turn to the sound of a voice I don’t think I’m going to forget for a very long time. “How am I ever going to start my day without my very own Santa greeting me?”
“Oh I’m sure you’ll figure something out,” he says. “Merry Christmas, Katherine.”
“Merry Christmas, Howard.”
We embrace in a hug before Howard hands me a gift bag.
“Howard, you didn’t have to do that.”
“Oh it’s nothing,” he says. “Just a little something to make up for the room mix-up, the snow, and having to spend your Christmas here with us.”
“It’s no problem,” I say, looking over to Grayson, who is currently being squeezed by the waiter, whom I’m pretty sure just got the tip of his life. “It turned out to be a pretty good few days.”
That makes Howard smile. “I see that. I’m glad the Timberline can be part of your story.”
“I’ll always remember it,” I say. “And maybe it’ll be a little more memorable if there happen to be any Christmas cookies laying around?”
He smiles and nods his head toward the kitchen. “Follow me. I’ll show you my secret stash.”
“You’re the best.”
Howard leads me back through the kitchen and back into a large pantry. “Let’s see…what do I have?”
I was just hoping for a few chocolate chips and maybe some sugar cookies. But what Howard pulls out of the cupboard in a plastic bag is enough to get Grayson and I through New Years.
“Here you go. Want some milk to go with them?”
I shake my head. “Howard, you don’t have to give me your entire stockpile.”
“You think that’s all I have? That was mytomorrowbag.”
I laugh as I take them from him. “Well, thank you. Grayson and I both appreciate it.”
“So where to when you leave this place?”
“St. Lucia,” I say. “A few days of sun and a beach. I enjoyed the snow, but I’m a warm-weather girl at heart.”
