Page 28 of His Christmas Wife

“Of course, sir.”

Two at a time, Frost climbed the steps to her apartment.

Moments after he rang the bell, she answered.

The elf from last night was gone, but his assistant was also nowhere in sight. Instead, her dark blonde hair was loose around her shoulders. A flowy skirt flirted with her ankles, and a sweater hugged her chest. She’d opted for a pair of shoes with heels that weren’t quite stilettos, but were more than sexy enough to ensnare his complete attention.

Last night’s scent of vanilla was replaced with something every bit as alluring—a fresh breeze and a gentle hint of surrender. He ached to pull her against him and drink in her tantalizing scent.

He knew what lay beneath her feminine clothing, and his cock began to harden again. “Morning, Ms. Robbins.”

When he offered the enormous box, her eyes widened.

“I’m…” Then she frowned. “What is this?”

“Go ahead and open it.”

She severed the connection of their gazes. “Would you like to come in?”

Though she was unfailingly polite, her back was rigid, not inviting any type of familiarity. In fact, she’d retreated into the same cloak of professionalism that she hid behind at work.

Frost wanted to crack through her veneer, once again hear her whimper his name and call him Sir. Instead, he nodded.

When they were sealed inside, he was tempted to kiss her, but she made a quick escape.

With a resigned shrug, he followed her deeper into the small yet comfortable-looking space with its oversize couch. In front of it was a large television in the center of a built-in wall unit, and a wooden coffee table stacked with magazines occupied the center of the room.

He moved in closer and noticed a business book nearby. Intrigued, he picked it up.How to Read Financial Statements. Several pages were turned back. “Always learning?”

“Eventually I’d like to get my MBA.”

Obviously she had higher aspirations than working for him. Why that thought irritated him, he had no idea. Maybe because Aviana had planted the annoying seed and Kaylee was watering it.

After placing her gift on the bar-like area separating the kitchen from the living area, Kaylee looked over at him.

As he replaced the book, he nodded his assent.

She tugged open the big red velvet bow securing the box, then lifted the lid and gasped. “Oh my God. These are gorgeous.” She twirled a finger over one of the blooms. “How did you know peonies are my absolute favorite flower?”

Her joy pleased him immensely.

“But they’re not in season.”

Flowers had a season?

She exhaled. “They’re absolutely exquisite, but I would have preferred that you save the money or give somebody at work a raise.”

His Kaylee was always thinking of others…and finances. “I understand your sentiment. I used my personal funds for the bouquet, not the business account.”

“Of course.” She turned a pretty shade of pink, matching one of the blossoms.

As he’d discovered last night, he liked making her blush.

“These… They’re…” She stammered as she looked at him. “Really, you shouldn’t have done this. It’s far too extravagant.”

“A simple thank you would suffice.”

“But…” She looked from him to the bouquet, then back again, her luscious pink lips parted slightly. “Thank you. I’m afraid you overwhelmed me, and I forgot my manners.”

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