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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Two minutes ago, I would have played right into her ridiculous flirting. I probably would have found it cute – maybe even somewhat sexy. But not anymore.

Not since I locked eyes with her.

With Daisy.

I was never supposed to see Daisy again. The last time was supposed to be five years ago. And it’s not like we’re back in Great Barrington High School either. This is Boston. There’s more than half a million people here. What are the chances that I’d run into her while I’m playing Santa at some random office Christmas party one night?

I’ve worked so hard to put her out of my mind, and I succeeded. But when our eyes met, all that work went right out the window. All the emotions I hadn’t felt since high school came flooding back. It was like I’d been placed into a time machine and sent back to when I was eighteen.

“Did you hear me, Santa baby?” the woman on my lap whispers into my ear. I can smell alcohol on her breath breaking through the overpowering layer of perfume. “I said, I’ve been a naughty girl–”

“Yes, I heard you,” I say as I stand up and brush her aside, probably a bit more gruffly than I should. One of her friends grabs hold of her shoulders and glares at me, a hint of anger in her eyes as I push my way through the crowd, following in the direction where Daisy was just headed. “I’m sorry, everyone, but I just got a text. A bit of a family emergency I have to check on!”

There’s a collective “Aww” behind me as I race for the elevator. I pull out my phone and pretend to look at it like I just got an important text or something, but the doors just so happen to open right at that moment, and I step inside and press the button for the lobby. Daisy must have not wanted to wait and took the stairs.

I look up as the doors are closing and see some girl with a sexy elf outfit on, complete with elf ears, glancing suspiciously at me. I ignore her. I don’t care – or have time for her right now. All I want to do is catch up with Daisy.

It was cold up in the office, but when the elevator reaches the ground floor and the doors open to the lobby, I realize I’ve left my jacket upstairs. Oh, well. I race across the tiled floor, my heart pounding in my chest, shove the doors open, and crash out into the night like some kind of wild bull dressed in Santa’s clothing.

I look left. I look right, and then I see her running down the street in the direction of the enormous Christmas tree that’s been erected in the courtyard between this cluster of office buildings.

“Daisy!” I call out, racing after her. She doesn’t hear me, so I pick up the pace, but it’s icy out tonight, and I can only run so fast without slipping and falling and breaking my neck. So, I call out again, louder this time. “Daisy!”

And she hears me.

She stops and turns, and again that feeling from upstairs in the office hits me straight in the gut like a punch from a heavyweight boxer. Backlit by all the sparkling lights hanging off the Christmas tree, with white snowflakes softly falling down all around her, she couldn’t look any more beautiful.

Her eyes shine like two brilliant, shining globes as she looks back at me. I think I see a smile cross her face for the briefest of moments, but then she’s turning away from me again. Her hair flutters as she spins and rushes away through the night.

My heart sinks, but can I really blame her? This is all my fault to begin with.

I focus on the ground in front of me, watching for patches of ice as I race after her. There’s no way I’m letting her get away from me. My heart pounds in my chest, and the cold tears down my throat and into my lungs as I run as fast as I can, fighting to catch up with her.

I finally do, just past the enormous Christmas tree, which must be at least three times as tall as I am.

I reach out and grab her wrist and pull her back to me, spinning her like we’re dancing. Her arm is so warm in the cold night. I never thought I’d see her again, let alone touch her or be this close, but when she turns and I see the look on her face, I know that she is definitely not happy to see me.

“Don’t.” That’s all she says.

Don’t.

And at the same time, she tugs her arm away from mine. Suddenly, that warmth is gone. That soft feeling is gone.


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