Page 93 of Floored (Frenched 3)
He laughed. “Did you finish it?”
“No.”
“Then pour some.”
“I will, but open this present first.” I handed him the smaller of the two gifts.
He unwrapped the old-fashioned glasses and took them out, a smile on his face. They were etched—one said Yours; the other, Mine. “Adorable.”
“Too girly?” I wrinkled my nose.
“Not at all. I love them. They are now the nicest glasses I own, as you will realize once you brave seeing my kitchen, which is a hodgepodge of junk I’ve collected over the years.”
I shuddered. “Fear not. I will help you organize. It will be my project for this year.”
He leaned over and kissed my head. “Thanks.”
I rinsed the new glasses and poured us each a small amount of the Christmas whiskey. “Now this one.” I handed him the big box. He opened it up and laughed when he saw the stack of towels.
“Perfect. Now I don’t have to steal them from your house one at a time, like I planned. Although.” He looked at me sideways. “Does this mean I can’t shower here anymore?”
“Not at all. You can get naked and wet here any time you want, Officer Dwyer.”
“Mmm.” He slipped one hand to the back of my neck and kissed my lips, soft and sweet. “I’m about to take you up on that, but first it’s your turn.” Setting the towels aside, he picked up the gift for me and placed it on my lap.
I unwrapped it carefully, smiling when I saw the SJ Lingerie on the box. Inside was a beautiful ivory lace corset slip and pearl thong. I held up the thong and smiled slyly
at Charlie. “Is this a hint that my white cotton underwear is not sexy?”
He nodded but said, “No, of course not.”
Laughing, I punched his shoulder, then kissed his cheek. “It’s beautiful. Thank you. Want me to put it on?”
“Yes. But I have another gift for you.”
“Another gift! But you already gave me the skates, too. This is too much—you’re spoiling me.”
He kissed the tip of my nose. “I like spoiling you. But I’m not sure if you’ll like this gift.”
I dismissed that with a wave of my hand. “If you picked it out for me, I’m positive I’ll adore it.”
“Don’t speak to soon. This one might be a little shocking.” He reached over and took his coat from the back of the couch, pulling something out of the inside pocket.
Something that looked like…a ring box.
My stomach whooshed. Oh dear. Oh dear. What was he thinking? We weren’t ready for that! I picked up my whiskey and took a sip. Oh my God, what would I do if it was a ring? What would I say? How dare he do this to me!
Looking slightly sheepish, he handed me the little box. “I hope I didn’t jump to any conclusions here.”
My heart was pounding. I couldn’t think of anything to say so I just unwrapped it. It was a plain white, hinged box, and when I opened it, a huge jewel winked at me from a black velvet cushion. I gasped, barely looking at it, and slammed it shut. “Charlie, are you nuts? It’s way too soon to—”
“Take it out, Erin.”
I pulled it out, discovering that the other end was a small, silver, torpedo-shaped ball.
It wasn’t a ring. It was a butt plug.
“Oh my God.” I looked at Charlie and we both burst out laughing. “Oh my God, you asshole!” I hit him with it. “Do you know what I thought this was?” He was laughing too hard to answer. He had tears. “Jesus, Charlie, I thought I was going to have to reject your proposal right here at our non-Christmas!”
