His Christmas List Read Online T.L. Swan

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Novella Tags Authors: T.L. Swan Advertisement1

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I look up. "Huh?"

The dog begins to hump my leg with vigor and my mouth falls open in horror.

What the hell?

"Why you… get out of here," Jack snaps as he shoos him away. The dog runs toward the door but not before shaking himself off, with mud and water spraying everywhere.

"Out," Jack bellows with a loud clap.

The dog runs out and Jack slams the door behind him, his eyes come to me and then he shrugs. "He's a bit wild, that one. Goes crazy when it rains."

"You own that dog?" I gasp.

"Yep, that’s Rex." He puts his hands on his hips as he assesses the damage. There is mud everywhere. "Never seen him hump anyone before, though…. I guess he doesn’t get to see pretty girls too often."

I roll my lips to hide my smile. "Well, I never got humped by a dog before either, so it was a first for both of us."

He smirks, amused by my answer. He pauses as if lost as to what to say next. "You can take a shower if you want. I have some clothes for you to put on."

"Thank you." I shrug. "Much appreciated, that'd be great."

He holds his hand out to guide me. "It's this way." He walks through the house and out the back door and I frown as I hobble along behind him.

He turns and looks down at my foot. "Is your ankle okay?"

I hobble along. "Yeah, I'm fine," I reply as I follow him. Oh dear God, it's an outside bathroom. Please, no more semi-wild animals that want to have carnal relations. There's an awning that joins the house and the bathroom. It's covered but rain is still blowing in a little.

"This isn’t fancy like New York," he says. He opens the bathroom door, turns the light on and I look around. A large metal bath sits in the middle and a shower hangs overhead. The tiles are white, it's clean and well kept. Not at all what I expected, and I smile. "It's perfect."

His eyes hold mine and for the first time I get a feeling that Jack isn’t as tough as he makes out to be. "I can't thank you enough for helping me tonight," I say.

He nods once, his lips pressed tightly together.

"Is there a towel?" I ask.

"Yeah." He opens a cabinet to reveal a stack of clean towels. They're all different and don’t match, but clean, nonetheless. "Just in here."

"Thanks."

He hesitates.

I glance toward the door. "Is the sex maniac dog going to come barging in here?"

"Possibly." He points to the lock. "Use this." He walks out and closes the door behind him, and I hear him walk away.

I look around at my surroundings and turn the hot water on. It comes out fast and hot and I breathe out a sigh of relief. I peel my wet clothes off and quickly wash the mud out of everything and squeeze them out. I put them in the sink to try and let them drain, before I climb under the hot water and let it stream down over my hair.

"Feels good." I feel myself begin to relax for the first time in hours. "What a nightmare of a day."

Jack

I hear the shower turn on and I march into the kitchen. "This place is a fucking mess." I quickly clear the dishes out of the sink and straighten up the living room. I throw the cushions into place and snatch up a few shirts that are lying over the back of a chair. I hear a scratching at the door, and I storm over and open it to see Rex, sopping wet and wanting to be let in.

"What do you want?" I snap. He looks up at me. "No," I whisper angrily. "You're not coming in, you're covered in mud." He goes back on his hind legs and lets out a playful bark. "I can't fucking believe you humped her leg."

He woofs again and runs back out into the pouring rain thinking this is the best game of all time.

I slam the door shut. "Damn dog is fucking insane" I walk into the bedroom and snatch up the clothes that hang over the back of a chair in here, too. I turn the lamp on and straighten up the bed linen.

I hear the shower turn off and I hurriedly continue to clean like a maniac. I pick up my shoes from the floor and throw them in the closet. I straighten the top of the dresser and throw the cushions onto the bed.

I hear the bathroom door open. "Umm…. Jack." She calls.

I smirk, I like the sound of her saying my name.

"Yeah," I call as I head back down the hall.

I find Holly peeking through a crack in the slightly opened bathroom door.

"What's wrong?" I ask.

"I um," she hesitates as if embarrassed. "You said you had something I could borrow to wear?"


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