Page 60 of Mistletoe Mistake
The previous Friday, I had my first kiss with Cole beneath the mistletoe. Just one week later, I went to a sex shop with him and fucked him at the theatre where anyone could have seen us.
The following Friday, he would be on his way back to New York, and I couldn't even begin to imagine what we would have done together by then.
~Cole~
Our tryst during the show managed to satisfy me for a little while, but I was still impatient to get back to the hotel and Gemma seemed to be feeling the same. As the show drew to an end, she leaned over to me and whispered in my ear.
“We can head out now to beat the crowd, if you want.”
She didn't have to ask me twice. With her hand held tightly in mine, we caught a cab on Oxford Street to take us back to the hotel. No paparazzi were waiting for us at the hotel, but they weren't needed anyway. We'd already taken the pictures that would be in the next day's papers.
Frustratingly, the lobby was full of people and several of them got on the elevator with us, but when we got to my floor, we were finally alone. Just as I had that first night we met, almost exactly one week ago, I pushed Gemma up against the wall in the hallway, loving the way her body yielded to mine. If it weren’t for the security cameras in the hall, I would have been happy to take her right there. As it was, I would settle for a little foreplay.
I had just got her leg wrapped around my waist and my hand high enough up her skirt to feel the heat from between her legs when my phone rang in my pocket. With a groan, I took a step back, reluctantly letting her go. I had a feeling I knew who was calling me, and the name on the screen when I pulled my phone out confirmed my hunch.
“Can you give me just a minute?” My voice made it clear I would prefer not to be interrupted, if I had the choice.
She nodded, giving me a teasing smile. “We should probably move inside your room anyway.”
I answered the phone as Gemma began walking down the hall towards the suite, pulling out her own keycard from her purse. “Hi, Isabel. This isn't a great time.”
“I don't care. I haven't heard from you in a week!” my sister exclaimed. “Someone told me that you were seen at some kind of Christmas carnival over there in London and I assumed you must have been kidnapped.”
“What kind of criminal mastermind do you think kidnapped me to force me to attend Christmas events?” I asked as I followed Gemma into the suite. She raised her eyebrows at me as she removed her coat, clearly intrigued by the one side of the conversation she could hear.
“Well, what other explanation is there?” Isabel asked, trying to keep the laughter out of her reply. “You can't expect me to believe you went willingly.”
Since I knew genuine concern lay behind her teasing, I didn’t give her a hard time. “I'm fine, Isabel. Everything's fine here, and I'm coming home next week as promised. You can bother me every day from then until New Year's, alright?”
“You sound good, actually,” my sister said thoughtfully. “Happier, even.”
“We can catch up when I'm back,” I promised.
Isabel laughed. “Okay, I'm obviously interrupting something. Good. As long as you're not sitting alone in your room like some comic book villain, I'm happy. Have a good week, Cole.”
“You too.”
After hanging up, I turned back to Gemma, who had been watching me curiously. “You've got someone checking up on you?”
“My sister. She's two years older than me but likes to pretend it's more like twenty.”
Gemma smiled. “That sounds nice. She cares.” She sounded almost wistful, or even jealous, but a second later, she winked at me, and all thoughts of Isabel went out the window. “Does she have any idea what a bad influence you are on respectable theatregoers such as myself?”
“Respectable?” I repeated, stalking towards her as I removed my suit jacket. “As far as I'm concerned, you're the one who seduced me in that box tonight.”
Her eyes widened in disbelief. “Me? I was just sitting there, minding my own business...”
“Crossing and uncrossing your legs in that little skirt of yours,” I finished. “Putting all kinds of thoughts in my head.”
My tie came off and I began working on my shirt buttons.
“I really can't take any credit for the thoughts in your head, Cole.” Gemma's green eyes sparkled in that fucking irresistible way of hers. “Your imagination is far better than mine.”
“And what am I imagining now, do you think?” I pulled my shirt down over my arms, tossing it to the floor with the rest of my clothes, then moved on to my belt.
“Why don't you tell me?” The breathlessness in her voice told me more than her words ever could: she wanted my instructions. She wanted to be told what to do.
“First, I'm picturing you naked.”
