Tangled in Tinsel (Holidates #1)(13)

“Fine.” A horde of grumbles is launched my way. “Yes, you fucking baby. I crossed a line. I kissed her. So what?”

“Oh, come on. We’re fucked now,” Reed groans dramatically, Jace crossing his arms next to him.

I hold up a hand.

“We don’t even know if she’s into it, Reed. Plus, I was coerced.”

I can’t help the grin on my face. “She was moaning my name in the shower—”

I close my eyes briefly, drawing my bottom lip between my teeth, remembering her raspy whimpers as she came.

“—she wanted me to tell her she was a good girl.”

Jace grips the back of his neck. “Oh fuck. This girl is ideal. I’ve never wanted someone to say yes more.”

“Agreed,” Reed offers, still giving me the stink eye.

Alec leans in, nodding. “I hate to state the obvious, fellas. But if she’s not into this, then we’re stuck in the same cabin with a girl we asked to fuck, who’s on our payroll. That was the whole point of waiting until the end of the year—when her contract’s up.”

“I fired her,” I breathe out over the rim of my glass before taking another swig.

All eyes shoot to me, so I add, “Right before I kissed her. It was worth it.”

“Jesus Christ,” Alec levels, but Reed waves him off.

“No. This is good. Nothing about Samantha is like the others. We fuck random girls down for a gang bang. But we know this one. We’re unsure if she’s an observer or ready to sign up for an action-packed cock adventure. And if we ask, then she could try to hoof it home with hypothermia rather than an orgasm.”

“Is this supposed to make us feel better?” Jace interjects.

Reed smirks, relaxing back against the couch.

“The point is that it’s good Cole veered off course. None of the same rules apply. Not with her. Alec said she seemed new to the scene but intrigued, right?”

Alec nods. Reed continues, “So, I say you let me test the waters tomorrow. And if they’re deep, I dive in. If not, no harm, no foul.”

We’re all shaking our heads. But I speak first.

“No. No fucking way. That’s a terrible idea. You’re going to fuck her and then say, how about we invite everyone else? I’ve literally heard you do that. I still can’t fathom why they say yes.”

Reed’s smile is too big.

“Because I’m irresistible, dick. But, no, I’m not going to do that. I’m going to let her live out a fantasy and then tell her I can make her dreams come true. If we have the whole weekend, then there’s no other way I’d like to spend it than helping Samantha discover all her filthiest desires. Think of us like her pussy’s personal Santa Claus. And hopefully, Samantha wants to be a very naughty girl.”

We all look at each other, smirks blooming until Alec lifts his glass, the rest of us following. “That’s my kind of present. Here’s to Samantha getting her stocking stuffed and coal for Christmas.”





five





“I think Samantha likes to be a dirty little slut.”





I type out the millionth text I’ve written to my sister since three a.m. when I woke up. Because who could sleep after that night? I’ve been overthinking and watching the snow fall and gather in swoops across the sky-high windows of my room.

Me: Wake up already. I could be dying. I kind of am, emotionally. I hate you. Not really…call me when you get this.





Me: for context…I got a little drunkie drunk last night, flirted with ALL the guys, then kissed one of them. Wearing only a towel. And I may have invited him to stay in my room. FUCK!!!! WAKE UP!!!!





Me: But like, he kissed me first. And he’s fucking hot. But he also said I was fired. Soooo…





Me: Do you think he was serious? Shit. I have him on the books for a remodel of his Napa house. Elle!!!





Me: Oh god. I can’t breathe. Wake the fuck up!! You have no life…how are you so tired?





I toss my phone back on the bed, pushing off of it to stand and pace. This is why I hate the light of day. Everything takes on a whole different dirty skew.

Last night, I had a sexy encounter with a broody alpha who told me I was a good girl. Fuck, that was so hot.

My thumbnail finds its place between my teeth. Because herein lies the problem. This morning, the narrative feels more like—I got too drunk, flirted with my fucking clients, and almost fucked one of them after he accidentally saw me nude.

I let out an inelegant grunt, tipping my head back before I pace again.

Oh, and let me not forget that I may have been fired so he could date me.

The last part stops me in my tracks as it has all morning, making me bite my lip.

Does Cole want to date me? No, right? But maybe. Do I want to date him? He did say, “Game on,” so that has to be what he meant.

Jesus, what is wrong with me? I may have been fired to pave the way to my pussy, and I’m smiling?

Feminism…who’s she?

I swipe my phone off the bed, holding it to my face. “I shouldn’t be left alone with my thoughts today, Eleanor. You suck.”