Mistress By Marriage Part 25
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s.h.i.+loh stalked toward the window, wanting to get as far away from him as she could. This was too much. It had to be a mistake. Getting married meant giving her power away. Seducing only one man for the rest of her life. She couldn't do that. She had a job. A career. Her boss was going to kill her.
She stumbled over an empty champagne bottle as she scanned the room, trying to make sense of what had happened the night before. A gigantic pink teddy bear with an I Heart Vegas b.u.t.ton sat next to a half-empty room service tray and what appeared to be her wadded up dress.
He slammed his suitcase closed. "What did you do to me last night?"
She turned to find him glaring at her, menace in his eyes.
"You were the one with the fancy shot, you jerk. You drugged me." Which proved he was a fool because drugs didn't work on her.
"You were the one who drank it," he said, yanking a pair of jeans from the closet.
Did she ever. She watched him pull on a pair of worn Levi's and remembered just how she'd drunk the c.o.c.ktail off of him. She felt a delicious tightening between her legs. "Fess up. What was in it?"
He sighed and drew a hand through his hair. "I suppose it doesn't hurt to tell you now." He placed his hands on his hips, which only made his abs look better, d.a.m.n him. "I gave you truth serum. It was supposed to make you cooperate." His jaw flexed. "Instead, you seduced me."
"That's my job!"
"You made me pa.s.s out," he accused.
"Me too. I don't remember anything after our screaming o.r.g.a.s.m."
He looked like he could grind marbles with his teeth. "Don't say that word."
"o.r.g.a.s.m?" she asked, watching him flinch. "What are you? A prude?" She felt something slippery below her foot. "Oh," she gasped as she realized she was stepping on a photograph of her and Damien posing with a minister.
She s.n.a.t.c.hed it off the floor.
There she was, radiant in her gold dress, smiling like it was her wedding day. She had both arms wrapped around Damien, who had a hand on her hip and a rose in his teeth. They stood under a trellis with a red and gold sign that read The Hitching Post Wedding Chapel.
"Yeek." She tossed it back on the floor.
He'd found photos too. Stomach tumbling, she hurried over to where he was sitting on the edge of the bed, flipping through a stack of pictures. She gasped at the proof of their post-wedding limo ride. s.h.i.+loh and Damien kissing underneath the Las Vegas sign. s.h.i.+loh and Damien pretending to be tigers outside the MGM Grand. s.h.i.+loh and Damien inside the limo, kissing like the s.h.i.+p was about to go down, while long-haired, painfully skinny members of a rock band cheered an toasted them with bottles of Captain Morgan. He squinted and studied the last picture closer. "Who are these people?"
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"Blue Christmas" . . .
"Santa can suck it." Blue Farrow kept an eye on the highway and tried to hit the b.u.t.tons on the radio to change the station. She was going to grind her teeth down to nubs if she had to listen to Christmas songs for another twelve hours. It was like an IV drip of sugar and spice and it was making her cranky.
Was she the only one who thought a fat dude hanging around on your roof was a bit creepy? And why were those elves so happy in that Harry Connick Jr. song? Rum in the eggnog, that's why. Not to mention since when did three s.h.i.+ps ever go pulling straight up to Bethlehem? She wasn't aware it was a major port city.
Yep. She was feeling in total harmony with Scrooge. "Bah Humbug," she muttered when her only options on the radio seemed to be all Christmas all the time or pounding rap music.
Blue had never been a big fan of Christmas, never having experienced a normal one in her childhood since her flaky mother (yes, flaky considering she'd named her daughter after a color) had done Christmas experimental style every year, never the same way twice, disregarding any of her daughter's requests. The trend of feeling tacked on to her parents' Christmas had continued into Blue's adulthood, and this year she had been determined to have a great holiday all on her terms, booking herself on a cruise with her two equally single friends. She had turned down her mother's invitation to spend the holiday with an indigenous South American tribe and her father's request to join him with his barely-legal wife and their baby girl, and instead she was going to sip c.o.c.ktails in a bikini.
Maybe.
The road in front of her was barely visible, the snow cras.h.i.+ng down with pounding determination, the highway slick and ominous, the hours ticking by as Blue barely made progress in the treacherous conditions. Planning to drive to Miami from Ohio instead of flying had been a financial decision and would give Blue the chance to make a pit stop in Tennessee and visit her old friend from high school, but the only thing heading south at the moment was her vacation. It was Christmas Eve, her cruise s.h.i.+p departed in twenty hours, and she'd only made it a hundred miles in six hours, the blizzard swirling around her mocking the brilliance of her plan as she drove through the middle of nowhere Kentucky.
She was going to have to stop in Lexington and see if she could catch a flight to Miami, screw the cost. Not that planes would be taking off in this weather, but maybe by morning. If she flew out first thing, she could be in Florida in plenty of time for her four o'clock sail time. All she had to do was make it to Lexington without losing her sanity from being pummeled with schmaltzy Christmas carols or without losing control of her car in the snow.
When she leaned over and hit the radio again and found the Rolling Stones she nearly wept in grat.i.tude. Cla.s.sic rock she could handle.
But not her car. As the highway unexpectedly curved and dipped, she fishtailed in the thick snow.
Blue only managed a weak, "Oh, c.r.a.p," before she gripped the h.e.l.l out of the wheel and slid sideways down the pavement, wanting to scream, but unable to make a sound.
She was going to die.
If there hadn't been anyone else on the road, she might have managed to regain control. But there was no stopping the impact when she swung into the lane next to her, right in the path of an SUV. She wasn't the only idiot on the road and now they were going to die together.
Blue closed her eyes and hoped there were bikinis and margaritas in the afterlife.
Santa was the man. Christian Dawes sang along to the radio at the top of his lungs, the song reminding him of his childhood, when he had listened carefully on Christmas Eve for the telltale sound of reindeer hooves. Tossing the trail mix out for the reindeer to chomp on, putting the cookies on a plate for Santa, the magic and wonder and awe of waking up to a ton of presents, those were some of his best memories.
Someday when he had his own kids, he'd create all of those special moments for them, but right now Christian was content to play awesome uncle, arriving on Christmas Eve loaded down with presents for all his nieces and nephews. His trunk was stuffed with spoils, and he'd brought enough candy to earn glares from his two sisters and potentially make someone sick. But it wasn't Christmas until a kid stuffed his face with candy then hurled after a session on the sit and spin. That's what home videos and infamous family stories were made of.
Unfortunately the lousy weather was slowing him down on his drive from Cincinnati to Lexington. He'd left work later than he'd intended anyway, then by the time he'd hit Kentucky, he'd been forced down to thirty miles an hour because apparently the road crews had taken the holiday off and had decided not to plow. He hoped his family wasn't holding up dinner for him at his parents' house.
If he wasn't gripping the steering wheel so hard he would call someone and let them know he still had a couple of hours ahead of him, but he had no intention of reaching for his phone. A glance to the right showed a car next to him, but other than that, he could barely see the road in front of him. He needed Santa to dip down and give him a lift in his sleigh or it was going to be midnight before he arrived.
What he didn't need was a car accident.
In his peripheral vision, he saw the car next to him slide, spinning out so fast that Christian only had time to swear and tap his brakes before he hit the car with a crunch and they went careening toward the guardrail. When his SUV stopped moving a few seconds later, despite his efforts to turn the skid, he had the other car pinned against the railing.
"s.h.i.+t!" Christian turned off his car and leaped out, almost taking a header in the thick snow, but terrified that he'd injured someone. "Are you okay?" he asked, yelling through the howling snow as he peered into the driver's side window.
The major impact of his SUV's front end had been in the backseat and trunk, so he hoped if there was an injury it wasn't serious. But with the snow smacking him in the face and the window plastered with wet flakes, he couldn't really see anything.
He knocked on the gla.s.s and when it started to slide down, he sighed in relief.
"Are you okay?" he said again now that the person in front of him could hear him.
"Are you okay?" she said simultaneously.
He nodded.
She nodded.
And Christian became aware that he was staring at the most strikingly beautiful woman he'd ever seen in his whole life.
ISBN: 978-0-7582-7459-5.
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