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drink in the lounge?” he asked, bringing me out of my trip down memory lane.
I swallowed my last bite of dinner and glanced around the restaurant noticing most everyone in their own little worlds. Gabby and Jason were sitting at the table with her parents, Aaron, and Brandy, talking excitedly about the wedding, while Mason and Tori sat tucked away in a corner nuzzling one another and laughing. Lily and Ayden were nowhere to be found.
“I’d love that.” I hadn’t actually peeked inside the other lounge tucked behind the lobby.
“Do you mind if I change and swing by your room?”
“So you are cold.” I grinned.
“Mildly.”
“That would be wonderful and would give me time to let Bodie outside.”
We stood up, and I gave a wave to Gabby, who looked intrigued by the turn of events, and I grinned.
Derek wrapped his arm around my waist, and I was certain the world wobbled on its axis as he led me to the elevators. He pushed the button for the floor beneath mine. My mind raced with possibilities. Would I be up for the challenge? Could I just let myself have fun?
The elevator stopped at Derek’s floor and his arm fell away from my waist, but not before he brushed his soft lips along my cheek.
“Your room number?” he asked.
“315.”
“See you in ten or fifteen.”
I nodded, unable to take my eyes off him as he walked into the hallway, and my imagination ran wild.
The elevator dumped me off on the third floor and I nearly floated to my room. Inserting the key card, I pushed open the door and gasped at what I found inside.
This chiwoodle was determined to be my one and only.
Chapter Eight
Bodie sat in front of the television triumphantly chewing on the remote control while moaning and grunting blasted from the set.
Bodie had ordered porn.
“Bodie, no. Drop it,” I ordered as the images filled the screen.
He ran under the bed with the remote, and I stopped to get a look at the television. Two scantily clad female elves were in a woodshop—probably Santa’s woodshop—pounding away on a wooden train.
Why were they moaning?
“Bodie, come. Right now, Bodie. Get out here, right now.” I crawled on my hands and knees and saw Bodie out of reach, lying next to the wall. The remote was firmly clutched between his paws and teeth. “Bodie, leave it. Come.”
Bodie stopped chewing and switched to licking as I wiggled under the bed, praying I wouldn’t find anything else under here besides my dog.
“Give me that right now. What’s gotten into you?” My arm reached for Bodie and the remote, but he shot out from under the bed with the remote clenched in his teeth.
The moaning from the television changed from a duet to a quartet, and I shuddered to think what was becoming of poor Santa. I wriggled out from under the bed and dusted myself off as Bodie darted to the bathroom. Despite my better judgment, I peeked at the television and the Christmas party had definitely grown.
Ugh.
“Bodie, give me that. Right now.” I cornered Bodie in the marble shower, and he dropped the remote as if he’d never had an interest in the piece of plastic in the first place.
I picked it up and flashed Bodie a dirty look as he curled up on the bathmat and let out a deep breath, exhausted from the chase. Most of the buttons were punctured and very few of them lit up any longer.
Great.
“When we get home, you are in so much trouble,” I muttered, walking past him back into the living room just as Santa began shouting ho-ho-ho.
“Of all the things you decide to order?” I shouted at Bodie.
Pointing the remote at the television, I kept pressing the power button off, but Bodie had done too good of a job on it so I switched to moving the channels up and down.
Nothing.
I grunted in frustration as Santa began bouncing both elves on his lap while Mrs. Claus looked on. This was the lowest of the low.
“This certainly wasn’t what I meant when I was talking about the Christmas classics.” Derek’s
I swallowed my last bite of dinner and glanced around the restaurant noticing most everyone in their own little worlds. Gabby and Jason were sitting at the table with her parents, Aaron, and Brandy, talking excitedly about the wedding, while Mason and Tori sat tucked away in a corner nuzzling one another and laughing. Lily and Ayden were nowhere to be found.
“I’d love that.” I hadn’t actually peeked inside the other lounge tucked behind the lobby.
“Do you mind if I change and swing by your room?”
“So you are cold.” I grinned.
“Mildly.”
“That would be wonderful and would give me time to let Bodie outside.”
We stood up, and I gave a wave to Gabby, who looked intrigued by the turn of events, and I grinned.
Derek wrapped his arm around my waist, and I was certain the world wobbled on its axis as he led me to the elevators. He pushed the button for the floor beneath mine. My mind raced with possibilities. Would I be up for the challenge? Could I just let myself have fun?
The elevator stopped at Derek’s floor and his arm fell away from my waist, but not before he brushed his soft lips along my cheek.
“Your room number?” he asked.
“315.”
“See you in ten or fifteen.”
I nodded, unable to take my eyes off him as he walked into the hallway, and my imagination ran wild.
The elevator dumped me off on the third floor and I nearly floated to my room. Inserting the key card, I pushed open the door and gasped at what I found inside.
This chiwoodle was determined to be my one and only.
Chapter Eight
Bodie sat in front of the television triumphantly chewing on the remote control while moaning and grunting blasted from the set.
Bodie had ordered porn.
“Bodie, no. Drop it,” I ordered as the images filled the screen.
He ran under the bed with the remote, and I stopped to get a look at the television. Two scantily clad female elves were in a woodshop—probably Santa’s woodshop—pounding away on a wooden train.
Why were they moaning?
“Bodie, come. Right now, Bodie. Get out here, right now.” I crawled on my hands and knees and saw Bodie out of reach, lying next to the wall. The remote was firmly clutched between his paws and teeth. “Bodie, leave it. Come.”
Bodie stopped chewing and switched to licking as I wiggled under the bed, praying I wouldn’t find anything else under here besides my dog.
“Give me that right now. What’s gotten into you?” My arm reached for Bodie and the remote, but he shot out from under the bed with the remote clenched in his teeth.
The moaning from the television changed from a duet to a quartet, and I shuddered to think what was becoming of poor Santa. I wriggled out from under the bed and dusted myself off as Bodie darted to the bathroom. Despite my better judgment, I peeked at the television and the Christmas party had definitely grown.
Ugh.
“Bodie, give me that. Right now.” I cornered Bodie in the marble shower, and he dropped the remote as if he’d never had an interest in the piece of plastic in the first place.
I picked it up and flashed Bodie a dirty look as he curled up on the bathmat and let out a deep breath, exhausted from the chase. Most of the buttons were punctured and very few of them lit up any longer.
Great.
“When we get home, you are in so much trouble,” I muttered, walking past him back into the living room just as Santa began shouting ho-ho-ho.
“Of all the things you decide to order?” I shouted at Bodie.
Pointing the remote at the television, I kept pressing the power button off, but Bodie had done too good of a job on it so I switched to moving the channels up and down.
Nothing.
I grunted in frustration as Santa began bouncing both elves on his lap while Mrs. Claus looked on. This was the lowest of the low.
“This certainly wasn’t what I meant when I was talking about the Christmas classics.” Derek’s
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