A Christmas Seduction. Daire Denis St.
Gloria flicked her gaze in Jolie’s direction. “Don’t you dare screw this up for us.”
“Well now, I would assure you I wouldn’t except that I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Gloria’s chin came up in frustration and Thad had a hard time keeping his grin in check.
She tugged on his arm, pulling him in a direction away from the circle of horses. “Come take a look at this tree,” she said, loud enough for everyone to hear. “Maybe we’ll chop two. One for the foyer and one for the great room.”
Once they were out of hearing distance, Gloria punched Thad on the arm.
“Ouch.” He feigned injury.
She poked him in the chest. “Stop screwing with our guest.”
“I’m not screwing with her.”
“No, but you’d like to.” She threw her hands up in the air. “Men. Can’t you keep it in your pants, just once?”
Thad gave her a second to rant about the unruliness of male sexual desire.
“She’s a guest and you work here. It would be totally inappropriate.”
“Kinda like sleeping with your boss?” That stopped her long enough for him to continue. “So you’re saying I can’t take her up to the Doghouse?”
Gloria’s eyes went wide at the mention of the old homestead that sat up on the hill, the place she and Dillon had used multiple times as a rendezvous point for sexual trysts when she’d first come out to Montana. When she’d been in Dillon’s employ.
“A little hypocritical of you, don’t you think?”
She crossed her arms over her chest and pursed her lips. Then her features softened as she turned her head to gaze up the hill at where the place stood. “I just...” She sighed. “It’s really important Jolie write a favorable article about the place. It could make or break us.”
Thad propped his arm across Gloria’s shoulders and gave her a reassuring squeeze. For as much as he loved tormenting this woman, he cared deeply for her and for Dillon. Plus, he needed the job, and this place was the perfect cover for him.
“So, what do you want me to do?”
“Stay away from her.”
“What if she can’t stay away from me?”
She elbowed him in the ribs. “Tell her it’s part of the rules. You can make her feel comfortable, special, but stay out of her bed and no kissing.”
“You’re no fun at all.”
“I know you, Thaddeus Knight. The longest relationship you’ve had lasted all of twelve hours.” She glanced back toward the group. “This writer, she doesn’t seem like the one-night stand type. You know?”
Damn. Maybe she was right. Thad wasn’t a relationship kind of guy. His life didn’t allow it. His gaze followed Gloria’s. “Okay,” he said finally. “I’ll keep my hands to myself.”
“Good.” She looked him up and down. “And everything else, too.”
* * *
JOLIE HAD NEVER decorated a Christmas tree—not a real one, anyway. There was the fake minitree she’d bought for her tiny apartment a couple years ago, with all the cute little decorations to go with it. But a real live tree?
Never.
Even before hanging decorations, the big tree took her breath away, twinkling with multicolored lights and bringing its fresh pine scent indoors. She helped herself to a glass of mulled wine and stood back from the group, watching the flurry of activity with a warmth that spread from her tummy out to her extremities. After riding back to the ranch with Gloria—so that Thad could haul the tree—she’d decided to head to Half Moon Creek to pick up a couple of things.
New boots? Check.
A bathing suit? Check, check.
Some gifts for her hosts and the guests? Check, check, check.
Plus she had a special surprise tucked away in a florist’s box in her room. She went to retrieve it now, glancing over her shoulder to see if Thad might follow, feeling giddy after her second glass of spiced wine.
Thad didn’t follow. What did she expect? He was working and she wasn’t the only guest. She retrieved the box and presented it to Gloria.
“What is it?”
“Open it.”
Gloria opened it and gasped. “Real mistletoe?” She grinned. “That’s so thoughtful.”
“Half Moon has the sweetest little florist shop, and the girl was so helpful. She...” Thad joined them at that moment and her sentence trailed off as she gazed up at him. More specifically, at the way his shirt stretched across his broad shoulders and opened at his throat, giving her a glimpse of the strong cords of his neck.
She’d like to sink her teeth into them.
“Do you want me to hang that?” His lips twitched and Jo’s gaze slid to his lips, imagining his mouth moving closer and closer to hers.
“Sure, that’d be great,” Gloria answered. Then she turned to the rest of the room and clapped her hands. “Okay, everyone, let’s get decorating. There are plenty in the boxes or you can come on over to the dining table and help make some.”
The last time Jolie had made a Christmas ornament was in grade school—when the whole class made them—and she eagerly joined Gloria at the large dining room table where there were bowls of multicolored candies, cookie cutters and molds of different sizes all laid out on cookie sheets.
Kaylee joined them. “Oh! Christmas candy ornaments. I saw this on Pinterest.”
Gloria explained how they were going to melt the cut rock Christmas candies into beautiful, tasty ornaments. Jo half listened to the instructions as she snuck glances at Thad out of her peripheral vision. He was hanging the mistletoe from the door frame that separated the large dining room from the great room.
While Gloria was busy explaining how to make the ornaments, Jolie was busy imagining a scenario under the mistletoe.
“So, we’ll just spray some oil on the inside of these molds and then place the candies loosely inside...”
She was accidentally standing beneath the mistletoe when Thad walked by. He looked up. She looked up. Their gazes met.
“We’ll pop them in the oven so the candies melt together...”
He bent down to kiss her and...shit! He’d caught her watching. Grinning, he stalked toward her, and Jo’s pulse fluttered in her veins as he closed the distance between them.
“Once they’ve cooled, we’ll tie ribbons to hang them and this is how they’ll look.” Gloria held up some samples of ornaments that looked like mini stained glass windows.
“Don’t mind if I do, Ms. Gloria.” Thad plucked a decoration out of her hand and stuck the candy in his mouth.
“Thaddeus Knight. That is an ornament for the tree. It is not for you.”
He bit down on the hard candy, snapping it in two, and offered the other half to Jolie. “It was all Ms. Jolie’s fault.” He winked.
She smiled up at him. It was impossible not to beam in delight when Thad was around. Except his grin froze when Gloria caught his eye. She scowled at him. It was only when she met Jo’s gaze that her smile reappeared.
Apparently she was very serious about these ornaments.
“Why don’t you go give Dillon a hand with the garland.” Gloria waved toward the other room.
“I’m thinking this candy operation looks like more fun.”
“Thad...”