Page 17 of Wintertime Heat (Holiday 1)

Scarlett trailed after me to Collin’s office, and I knock, before looking in.

He was leaning against his desk, looking frazzled, his sleeves rolled up to his elbow, those dark glasses of his tipped on the edge of his nose, as he studied the document in his hand. When I call out his name, he rakes a frustrated hand through his dark hair, messing it up even more.

“Sorry, Miss Johnson. Come in.”

Scarlett follows me in, and I introduce her, “This is my friend, Scarlett. She was just passing by. I hope you don’t mind.”

Collin raises his eyes to look at her and his mouth fell open.

I grin.

That was usually the reaction a lot of guys had with Scarlett.

I turn around to say something, when my jaw fell open.

She was blushing!

What the hell was going on?

Scarlett didn’t blush. I don’t think ‘blush’ was even a word in her vocabulary.

I was completely side-lined as Scarlett stepped forward, that red tint on her unpainted face, “Hello.”

“Hi,” Collin breathes, unable to take his eyes off her.

I roll my eyes.

“Mr. Davis, the papers?”

“Oh. Oh, yes.” Collin blinks and starts looking for them on his desk.

“So, should I be calling you Mr. Davis?” Scarlett asks, taking a step forward, getting her game back on.

Collin actually turned red in the face, his glasses sliding off his nose as he moves about hastily, “Y-You can call me, Collin.”

“I plan on it,” Scarlett murmurs.

Pinching her, I grab the papers that Collin held out, and hastily sign them. Not even giving the two of them a chance to talk, I wave at Collin and drag Scarlett out of there.

“What are you doing?” I hiss at her. “That’s my boss!”

“Abby, I think I’m in love.” My best friend says, dreamily.

“You’re in what? You just met him!” I frown at her, having never seen her like this before.

Scarlett lets me push her into the car seat, before saying, “I know. He’s not even my type. He’s such a nerd. But,” There was a gleam in her eyes, “I want him. And not just in bed. I want him.”

“You haven’t even said two words to him!” I stare at her.

Scarlett blinks, and then turns to me, her eyes narrowing, “And you’re going to change that, aren’t you?”

I shake my head, “I’ll think about it.”

However, I cast a worried look in her direction. I have never seen her behave so ga-ga over a man. It is usually the other way around.

Fortunately, this little incident made me forget about my own particular incident with Steven Tanner. However, that was only till we got home.

As soon as we entered the apartment, the door buzzer rang, and I went to check who it was. I blink at the delivery guy whose shirt bore the logo of one of the most expensive bakeries in Boston.

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