Unwrapping His Gift – Mistletoe Love Read Online Jenna Rose

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Novella Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
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“Hey, there!” I glance up and see Daisy’s landlady waving at me, a big grin on her face. “Taking your girlfriend out for a nice holiday meal?”

I get the distinct impression I’m being questioned and hit on at the same time.

“Not sure on our plans just yet.” I smile back, not giving anything away.

“Well, I’ve got some great green bean casserole in my apartment,” she replies, almost winking back at me. “If the two of you…or you would like any…feel free to drop by any time.”

Christ, she really is hitting on me, and she’s not even being subtle about it either.

“I’m actually allergic to green beans, but thanks!”

I turn away and raise my hand up to knock on Daisy’s door, hoping she’ll get the message, but as I do, the door opens to reveal Daisy, in full winter attire, looking like she’s ready to go out somewhere.

I waste no time and duck into her apartment for cover and shut the door behind me.

“Hide me!”

“Craig? What are you doing here?” she asks.

“Your landlady is like a lioness, you know that?” I ask, stepping away from the door.

“What? What are you talking about?”

“She’s hitting on me! She just invited me into her apartment for green bean casserole at any time.”

Daisy stares back at me, giving me a strange look for a couple of seconds before bursting into laughter. I follow her, laughing myself.

“She did not say that!”

“She did!” I insist. “She’s got a thing for me. I’m telling you.”

Daisy smiles, but it’s not her usual smile. There’s something lackluster about it. For a second, I think it might be me and the fact that I just dropped by unannounced and maybe that made her uncomfortable, but then I take a deeper look and see that’s not it. There’s something bothering her.

“Daisy, what’s wrong?”

My question seems to startle her. She forces a smile and shakes her head. “What? Nothing.”

“Come on, Daisy. I know you. I may not have seen you in a while, but I could always tell when something was eating at you, and I can still tell. Something’s bugging you. So tell me what it is.”

Daisy sighs. “So you’re still a mind-reader?”

I grin and put an index finger on each temple and squint. “Let’s see…you’re thinking about just how handsome I am and how you want to tell me what’s wrong so I can help you with it.”

This pulls a struggling laugh out from Daisy’s lips, but at least it gets her there. She practically rips her coat off as she kicks her shoes across the room and crashes down on the couch. I step out of mine, much more gently, and follow her and take a seat beside her.

“It’s my mom,” she groans. “She’s completely out of control, and I don’t know what I’m going to do about it.”

“Out of control?” I ask after giving her a second to take a few deep breaths.

“Her drinking has gotten worse, she won’t listen to me about anything, she’s spending exorbitant amounts of money on the heat because she leaves it cranked all the time.” She lets out another deep sigh and drops her palm over her forehead then brings her eyes to mine. “Remember my back rent that you so nicely paid for me? Wanna guess where that money was going when it should have been going to your fan-lady down the hall?”

“Sending it to your mom, huh?”

She nods and groans. “It’s like I’m the parent. Only I’m the parent she won’t listen to. So what good am I, Craig?”

“Well, kids often don’t listen to their parents,” I chuckle. “So there’s probably a lot of parents out there who know exactly how you feel.”

“Yeah, with teenagers for children. Not fifty-three-year-olds.”

“You’ve got a point there,” I reply, sliding closer. Despite the fact that we slept together last night, I’m still feeling a little hesitant getting physical with her right now. Maybe it has to do with how she left my place this morning. “So what do you think you’ll do about it?”

“God, I don’t know. I need to get her some help, but I don’t see her agreeing to that.”

“Well I could help you with that.”

Daisy turns and looks at me. I don’t think she was expecting to hear those words come out of my mouth.

“Help me? Wh-what do you mean?”

“Get your mom into a program.” I smile. “I actually have experience with that sort of thing.”

That gets her attention. She props herself up on her elbows, brushes her hair out of her face, and looks at me intently. “What do you mean experience?”

“Well, back in college, there was this guy, Max.” I can’t help but smile when I think back. “He was a great guy, everyone loved him, especially when he was drunk and acting crazy. So what did he do? He started getting drunk way too much and all the time.”


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