The stranger ends the kiss before I do something crazy. Too bad.
CHAPTER 2
CLAUDE KNIGHT
It is funny how quick an attitude and feeling can change. Take me for example, here I am at another God forsaken Christmas party, torturing myself, all because my best friend Chris Pepper is having a damn white elephant party. Who really has those? Furthermore...who attends them? When I got here I was surprised to find… everyone in our small little village does.
Why does this guy hate Christmas, you might be asking yourself? That is a bit more complicated and something I don’t want to get into right this second. Suffice it to say, Jolly ole Saint Nick, let me down when I was ten and I have never forgiven him. Well, maybe now I do. My body has been on high alert from the second I walked into the room and though I don’t know why at the moment, I am aware something is coming. I spend a few minutes talking to my buddy Chris before his girlfriend beckons him to the center of the room and once again I find myself scanning the crowd, trying to figure out what the hell is happening.
That is when I see her. A smiling, dark haired angel, filling out a cute ‘Rock Me Santa’ tee shirt. I am gearing up to go speak to her, even though I am fighting myself and I see her kiss some dead fucker on the lips. Seriously, I am in the headspace of a WWE wrestler ready to body slam whoever the fuck he is with his hands on my woman. “My woman?” I say to myself, trying to clear my head. No matter how much I try to deny it, my heart and dick are in agreement. She is mine, even if I don’t know her name.
Stalking over to her, I watch as she goes to kiss another man and there is literally steam coming out of my ears. I grip her arm and smash her into my chest. My hand wraps around her head and our mouths meet in a squeak from hers at the audacity and a growl from mine due to her trying to get away. I use the opening of her mouth, as she prepares to curse and my God, she tastes like hot cocoa and honey. She has stopped pushing against me and is keening into my mouth as my hands take liberties my dick is jealous of.
“I-I mean…hey, who do you think you are?” she asks, gasping for air, licking her lips. My eyes travel down her body, taking in the complete package and hell, she would give elves wet dreams.
“I am your personal Santa baby and let’s clear one thing up right now, there will be no more of that kissing shit unless it is with me. Understand?” My eyes won’t stop staring into the sparkling blue stunners on the young thing in my arms and I find myself thanking Santa, God, Allah all things holy for putting her in my orbit.
“Why should I listen to you?” she asks, poking me in the chest. She is trying to be serious, but I see the hint of curiosity and lust in her eyes. Interesting.
“Because if you don’t stop, I am going to spank your round ass red, bring you to the brink and leave you wanting for disobeying me.” Her mouth falls open and then closes back. I watch as the flush from her cheeks moves across her chest, and I thank my stars. I got myself a kinky one.
“Considering I don't know your name and you don't know mine; I think it is a bit presumptuous. Don’t you?”
“Not hardly. You might be used to these little boys in this town, but I assure you I am all man and I know what I want, and I always get it and you are no exception, darling. My name is Claude Knight, and that pussy is mine.” I know I have stunned her because she stares at me blinking for a few seconds. A bit of mischief enters her stance. I brace myself. Something tells me this one is a wildcard.
“I’m Missy Mistletoe, but fine. I will tell you what. Show up at the ornament decorating booth tomorrow and I will agree to go out with you. Deal?” She actually holds her hand out for me to shake. She is so fucking cute thinking she has a choice. Still, I smile and shake her hand before pulling her back into my arms and sealing it with a kiss.
“Deal,” I say before walking out of this fucking party and heading home. Seems I now know why I was brought here and now I can go and plan the rest of my life.
CHAPTER 3
MISSY
Missy
After that kiss, I felt like I needed to get away from him. Everything about him was too intense. Who talks to someone they just met like that? So dirty, so filthy, so hot? There was no well in hell I could kiss another man after meeting him. He set me on fire. I just hope he shows up tomorrow because as soon as I left him, I regretted it. Could I have gone home with him so soon? I'm glad I walked because I know I’ve had too much to drink. I make it home in record time. My parents and I live in the two apartments above our store. I’m technically on my own but it’s nice that they are so nearby. I knock on their open door before walking in.