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on the stereo and merry holiday tunes poured out of the stereo. Christmas was four days away but she felt anything but festive. She picked up her phone and listened to voicemail from her older brother, reminding her to call him. Nia smiled as she listened to his playful message. Getting together with her two older brothers and their dad was the highlight of the year. Her mother always made them come together for the holidays, but that changed after her death. Her father had remarried, much to everyone’s surprise. His new wife was warm and Nia genuinely liked her, but she missed the closeness of their family.
She pushed a button on the phone and the second message played, sounding like someone waiting on the line. After listening to the odd crackling silence twice, she was unable to shake the feeling whomever had left the empty voicemail had not dialled the wrong number. Caller ID revealed nothing more than a private number. Nia stared at the phone wishing she could forget Tess’s voice, so cold and calculating the other night. It was still hard to believe the woman she had hired and considered a friend was a cold-blooded thief.
Stop being so jumpy.
She shimmied out of her skirt, pulled off her sweater and bra, tossed them on her bed before reaching for her Naughty or Nice long-sleeved nightshirt. The soft familiar cotton clung to her curves, drawing attention to her breasts with the glitter lettering running over the top of them. She stuffed her bare feet into her mouse slippers and grabbed her cell.
No new messages.
Of course, hadn’t she checked the damn thing twenty minutes ago?
Frustrated, she padded back into the kitchen with her cell in tow to warm up some soup. Her gaze drifted to the remaining wrapped slices of apple pie and her resolve weakened. She reached for her phone to dial Quin’s number.
Quin was tired and irritated after back-to-back flights to Miami , Florida . The lead he had been searching for proved to be a dead end and to make matters worse he couldn’t get Nia off of his mind. All day long he had thought about her warm smile, that sexy body and the smell and taste of her skin beneath his lips. He loved beautiful women, loved loving beautiful women but this was something else. Something he couldn’t control or ignore.
Thank God, he was almost home. He’d pour a stiff scotch first thing. Then he’d be able to make sense of…no, squash his burning desire to turn off at Nia’s exit, knock on her door and take her hard against the wall.
Really, Rios? Shit.
He reached for his cell vibrating against his leg as he pulled into a gas station to park. The short message from Nia made him hard in a heartbeat.
I want to see you.
Her straightforward text might as well have shot him straight in his heart and his dick. Being with her had seriously fucked up his head. Seeing her again would only compound the problem and probably fuck up her head. He was the quintessential love ‘em and leave them kind of guy…well, love ‘em and leave them with a smile guy. His job required total dedication, much easier to do without outside distractions.
“Who are you kidding, Rios?” He pulled his car back onto the highway in the direction of Nia’s house and glanced at the GPS navigation system. Eleven miles would take him less than ten minutes to drive. With the music blasting, he manoeuvred through traffic pondering his decision to see her. He pulled into her driveway, shut off the engine and glanced at his reflection in the rearview mirror. “What are you doing?” His voice was a rough whisper in the quiet exterior of the car.
Going after what you want.
He got out of the car and crunched through the snow to ring her bell. The door flew open a split second later and Quin drank in the sight of her, so demure and alluring all at once in her Naughty or Nice nightshirt and fuzzy mouse slippers. The heated look in her eyes ruled out any thoughts of playing it cool as he crossed over the threshold and
She pushed a button on the phone and the second message played, sounding like someone waiting on the line. After listening to the odd crackling silence twice, she was unable to shake the feeling whomever had left the empty voicemail had not dialled the wrong number. Caller ID revealed nothing more than a private number. Nia stared at the phone wishing she could forget Tess’s voice, so cold and calculating the other night. It was still hard to believe the woman she had hired and considered a friend was a cold-blooded thief.
Stop being so jumpy.
She shimmied out of her skirt, pulled off her sweater and bra, tossed them on her bed before reaching for her Naughty or Nice long-sleeved nightshirt. The soft familiar cotton clung to her curves, drawing attention to her breasts with the glitter lettering running over the top of them. She stuffed her bare feet into her mouse slippers and grabbed her cell.
No new messages.
Of course, hadn’t she checked the damn thing twenty minutes ago?
Frustrated, she padded back into the kitchen with her cell in tow to warm up some soup. Her gaze drifted to the remaining wrapped slices of apple pie and her resolve weakened. She reached for her phone to dial Quin’s number.
Quin was tired and irritated after back-to-back flights to Miami , Florida . The lead he had been searching for proved to be a dead end and to make matters worse he couldn’t get Nia off of his mind. All day long he had thought about her warm smile, that sexy body and the smell and taste of her skin beneath his lips. He loved beautiful women, loved loving beautiful women but this was something else. Something he couldn’t control or ignore.
Thank God, he was almost home. He’d pour a stiff scotch first thing. Then he’d be able to make sense of…no, squash his burning desire to turn off at Nia’s exit, knock on her door and take her hard against the wall.
Really, Rios? Shit.
He reached for his cell vibrating against his leg as he pulled into a gas station to park. The short message from Nia made him hard in a heartbeat.
I want to see you.
Her straightforward text might as well have shot him straight in his heart and his dick. Being with her had seriously fucked up his head. Seeing her again would only compound the problem and probably fuck up her head. He was the quintessential love ‘em and leave them kind of guy…well, love ‘em and leave them with a smile guy. His job required total dedication, much easier to do without outside distractions.
“Who are you kidding, Rios?” He pulled his car back onto the highway in the direction of Nia’s house and glanced at the GPS navigation system. Eleven miles would take him less than ten minutes to drive. With the music blasting, he manoeuvred through traffic pondering his decision to see her. He pulled into her driveway, shut off the engine and glanced at his reflection in the rearview mirror. “What are you doing?” His voice was a rough whisper in the quiet exterior of the car.
Going after what you want.
He got out of the car and crunched through the snow to ring her bell. The door flew open a split second later and Quin drank in the sight of her, so demure and alluring all at once in her Naughty or Nice nightshirt and fuzzy mouse slippers. The heated look in her eyes ruled out any thoughts of playing it cool as he crossed over the threshold and
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