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Casual attire. Jeans are fine.”
“Um, Pearce?”
“Yes.”
“I didn’t get you anything.”
“Good. I didn’t get you anything either. See you tonight.”
********
It was five before I knew it and I headed over to the main house. The whole clan was everywhere so I didn’t want to make a grand entrance. Slipping in the back door, I headed straight to the kitchen to start cleaning up. The dinner had been elaborate so I put all the uneaten food away in containers and stacked them in the refrigerator. Then I started putting the dishes in the dishwasher. I hand washed all the silver and delicate crystal and was finishing up when Lisbeth came into the kitchen.
“You’ve been a busy bee honey.”
“It looks like you all had a good time.”
“Yes we did. Take some food with you.”
“I may come and get some tomorrow. I have a date at seven so I have to go.”
“A date? With whom?” That look on her face told me I was going nowhere until she got an answer.
“With Pearce Middleton.”
“Well, I’ll be! You go and pretty yourself up, though you don’t need any prettying up at all. Have fun, but I expect a full accounting tomorrow Missy!”
“Yes ma’am,” I shouted as I headed out the back.
Once I got home I threw on some clean jeans and a pretty bright green flowy sweater. I put on my black boots and then I added a bit of blush to my cheeks. That was about it for make-up. Ever since my night with Beavis and Butthead, I’d thrown out the mascara tube. The thought of putting that sticky goop on my eyes made me itch. I quickly brushed my teeth and put some gloss on my lips. Adding some earrings and a bracelet, my attire was completed. I was ready for Smoky Eyes. Well, not really, but I was dressed anyway. I don’t think I’d ever be ready for him.
At seven on the nose, my doorbell rang and there he stood. He held a piece of mistletoe over his head and had a sheepish grin on his face. I rolled my eyes at him and stood on my tip toes and gave him a peck on the cheek.
“Huh uh. That won’t do,” he said, his rich voice sending shivers down my spine.
He put his arms around me and hugged my body to his. He looked me in the eye and the question was there, whether it was okay to continue. I nodded as I held my breath.
He bent his head and his lips touched mine, lightly, hesitantly at first. But then a spark lit between us and I tangled my fingers in that wavy hair on the nape of his neck and kissed him back. Just as I had imagined, boy could that man ever kiss. I was a goner for sure.
His lips were soft, yet firm. He knew his way around a girl’s mouth. As I relaxed, I felt his tongue peek out and softly sweep over the curve of my lower lip. Before I knew it, he’d taken my lower lip between his teeth and started to gently nibble on it. Then he sucked it into his mouth. His tongue continued on its sexy exploration, tasting all the hidden secrets of my mouth. I was melting in his arms.
He finally lifted his head and said in that perfectly smooth voice of his, “Merry Christmas Alexia. You make the most unbelievably sexy noises when I’m kissing you.”
I was speechless. He ran the back of his finger across my cheek and smiled. I wanted to touch every single inch of his body. I could’ve stood there staring at him like an idiot all night long.
“Are you okay?” he finally asked me.
I cleared my throat and shook my head slightly. “Um yes, I’m good. Fine, thanks.”
Hell no I’m not okay. I’m so fucking toast. I’m done for here...no resistance. What am I going to do???
I heard a soft chuckle escape from his lips before he asked, “Shall we go?”
I just kept staring at the man and nodded.
We walked outside and I climbed into his Porsche 911. Of course, what else would he drive? He didn’t live but a few blocks from me on New Street.
“I could’ve walked,” I commented.
“Yes, but I came from my parents’
“Um, Pearce?”
“Yes.”
“I didn’t get you anything.”
“Good. I didn’t get you anything either. See you tonight.”
********
It was five before I knew it and I headed over to the main house. The whole clan was everywhere so I didn’t want to make a grand entrance. Slipping in the back door, I headed straight to the kitchen to start cleaning up. The dinner had been elaborate so I put all the uneaten food away in containers and stacked them in the refrigerator. Then I started putting the dishes in the dishwasher. I hand washed all the silver and delicate crystal and was finishing up when Lisbeth came into the kitchen.
“You’ve been a busy bee honey.”
“It looks like you all had a good time.”
“Yes we did. Take some food with you.”
“I may come and get some tomorrow. I have a date at seven so I have to go.”
“A date? With whom?” That look on her face told me I was going nowhere until she got an answer.
“With Pearce Middleton.”
“Well, I’ll be! You go and pretty yourself up, though you don’t need any prettying up at all. Have fun, but I expect a full accounting tomorrow Missy!”
“Yes ma’am,” I shouted as I headed out the back.
Once I got home I threw on some clean jeans and a pretty bright green flowy sweater. I put on my black boots and then I added a bit of blush to my cheeks. That was about it for make-up. Ever since my night with Beavis and Butthead, I’d thrown out the mascara tube. The thought of putting that sticky goop on my eyes made me itch. I quickly brushed my teeth and put some gloss on my lips. Adding some earrings and a bracelet, my attire was completed. I was ready for Smoky Eyes. Well, not really, but I was dressed anyway. I don’t think I’d ever be ready for him.
At seven on the nose, my doorbell rang and there he stood. He held a piece of mistletoe over his head and had a sheepish grin on his face. I rolled my eyes at him and stood on my tip toes and gave him a peck on the cheek.
“Huh uh. That won’t do,” he said, his rich voice sending shivers down my spine.
He put his arms around me and hugged my body to his. He looked me in the eye and the question was there, whether it was okay to continue. I nodded as I held my breath.
He bent his head and his lips touched mine, lightly, hesitantly at first. But then a spark lit between us and I tangled my fingers in that wavy hair on the nape of his neck and kissed him back. Just as I had imagined, boy could that man ever kiss. I was a goner for sure.
His lips were soft, yet firm. He knew his way around a girl’s mouth. As I relaxed, I felt his tongue peek out and softly sweep over the curve of my lower lip. Before I knew it, he’d taken my lower lip between his teeth and started to gently nibble on it. Then he sucked it into his mouth. His tongue continued on its sexy exploration, tasting all the hidden secrets of my mouth. I was melting in his arms.
He finally lifted his head and said in that perfectly smooth voice of his, “Merry Christmas Alexia. You make the most unbelievably sexy noises when I’m kissing you.”
I was speechless. He ran the back of his finger across my cheek and smiled. I wanted to touch every single inch of his body. I could’ve stood there staring at him like an idiot all night long.
“Are you okay?” he finally asked me.
I cleared my throat and shook my head slightly. “Um yes, I’m good. Fine, thanks.”
Hell no I’m not okay. I’m so fucking toast. I’m done for here...no resistance. What am I going to do???
I heard a soft chuckle escape from his lips before he asked, “Shall we go?”
I just kept staring at the man and nodded.
We walked outside and I climbed into his Porsche 911. Of course, what else would he drive? He didn’t live but a few blocks from me on New Street.
“I could’ve walked,” I commented.
“Yes, but I came from my parents’
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