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Just looking at her wrapped in those layers of chocolate made him want to run his hands over her from head to toe which would be quickly followed by his tongue. He wondered if she tasted as good as she looked. Because she looked delectable. Like a Christmas treat all wrapped up ready for him to open. He had every intention of getting her under him as soon as possible.
“Will that be all?”
“And a blueberry scone,” the goddess replied. Her sultry voice matched her sultry body.
“On the house,” David said smiling as he nudged aside his barista. “I’ll take it from here, Louise.”
Louise dutifully went off to brew her latte.
“That’s very generous of you,” the woman said. In her suede-gloved hands, she held a designer wallet with the embossed letters LV. “But not necessary.”
“Oh, I think it is.” David punched a few buttons on the register and swiped his manager’s card. “I insist.”
She paused a moment, considering, before putting away her wallet. “All right, then. I can’t argue. Especially since your competition up the street has a line out the door.”
“Competition?” He played dumb, hoping to get some insider information.
“You didn’t know about Java Perks?” The beginning smile tipped the corners of her perfect mouth. “It opened last week.”
David glanced around again to see only his faithful regulars. He was grateful to them. His mind raced, trying to come up with a marketing plan to reward loyal customers. But marketing wasn’t his thing. That was all left to his mother, Jody. Still, he made a mental note to do some internet research to come up with creative ways to get his clientele back.
“You didn’t know,” she said. “Did you?”
“Of course, I did.” He didn’t want to admit it. “They’ll be lucky to last a week. We’ve been around nearly ten years.”
Never mind they’d nearly lost the place to nasty developers, only to be saved by his bad-guy-turned-good-guy brother. Mark got half ownership out of the place and a girlfriend. Sometimes life wasn’t fair.
To take his mind off the thought of losing half his business to Java Perks, David packaged her blueberry scone as her order was called out from the other end of the bar.
“Thanks for the comp.” She dazzled him with a smile that seemed genuine. “Glad I stopped in.”
He watched her as she sauntered down the length of the bar, her hips swaying in the mini skirt that left not much to his imagination. All he could think of was running his hands up those soft legs, cupping that round bottom and thrusting deep inside her while she moaned his name.
And suddenly an idea struck him. He fumbled for his business card in his shirt pocket and found the pen he’d discarded on the counter. He scrawled a discount on the back of one of his cards.
“Before you go,” he called, nearly running over his barista trying to get to her. She paused at the door, giving him a quizzical look. “Why don’t you come back tomorrow and bring a few friends? I’ll be here again.”
He handed her the card. She clutched her bag in the same hand as her coffee, doing her best to juggle the two so she could take the card. She skimmed it quickly then looked up and met his eyes. Her mouth quirked in a half grin.
“I’ll see what I can do.” She paused, glanced down at the card before meeting his gaze again. Those coffee-colored eyes sent his mind reeling. “David.”
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I had to dig deep for this one, I really don’t like to think back on Christmas’, just forward. When I was a little girl, we lived up in Iowa in an 1880/90’s foursquare. My bedroom was upstairs overlooking an overhang. I can remember laying there Christmas Eve with my head on the end of the bed so I could stare out the window looking for both Santa Claus and snow. I’d wake up the next morning laying in the bed correctly with the covers tucked around me. I might not have gotten the snow, but Santa always came upstairs to tuck me in bed … I know this because my parents told me it was him.
Eve how sweet. I love that 🙂
My favorite holiday memory? I have a lot, but a fun one my siblings and I still laugh about is probably watching my little brother opening a gift he thought he was getting (Optimus Prime Transformer back in the 80s) only to find out it was a pencil sharpener. We still talk about that every year.
LOL that’s so funny, Amy!
Thinking up my “favorite” holiday memory would be a challenge because I have been blessed with many however I will always cherish last Christmas’ memories because that was to be the last Christmas spent with my sister, Nancy, who is now in Heaven. She passed away this past March. She was an avid reader and absolutely loved books. That was a big thing we had in common and shared. She loved romances and mysteries. A trip to the bookstore was a regular thing for her and she bought so many for her Kindle. Surely, there must be books in Heaven!
Aw nice memory, Susan. Holidays are hard without our loved ones so I know last year is particularly special. Hugs.
I don’t know if I have really have one that sticks in my mind, all my Christmas memories as a child were good ones, it was special time, in our house, it was the one holiday that was always celebrated, because we had a big farm, it was the only time there was any down time.
Spending time with family during that magical season is a great memory 🙂
My favorite Christmas memories have ALWAYS revolved around stockings. Stockings have always been spent with just immediate family – so in other words – we always opened stockings with our parents present before the grandparents came into the room. Every year my Mom gave us (& still does!) a charm that she puts onto a bracelet for us, and it is something that represents our year – highlights new homes, jobs, dogs, marriage, kids, etc… It was always special because it made us realize that our parents SAW us. Now, I carry the same tradition along with my kids – but since they are all boys, they receive an ornament that represents either their interest or something they did that year (for example – this year Little Dude played soccer on a team for the first time – so his ornament is a dated soccer ball). It’s just always been the best part of the day; it’s still sorta dark out, it’s quiet in the house, and it’s just parents & kids together. 🙂
What a WONDERFUL memory and tradition! I love it!
Snarkymom, I did the same with my kids ornaments!!! Every year hanging the ornaments is life walking down memory lane! Each one is a celebration of a moment, an accomplishment. LOVE IT!!!
My favorite holiday memory is of the whole family getting into the car & driving around the city to look at Christmas lights that people put on their homes. It was so pretty & always seemed magical!
We do that too and it IS magical 🙂
One Christmas, I overheard a mother talking at church about her husbands recent heart surgery, and how it had drained any money they’d had,. They weren’t going to be able to get anything for their 3 children for Christmas. I could hear the sad resolution in her voice….and got an idea… I formed a team of “elves “, and we went to work! On Christmas eve, we got the family out of their house to go to a special event, and as soon as they were out of sight, about 30 people swarmed their house. One group set up a tree in a bare living room, strung lights on it, decorated it , then decorated the rest of the inside of the house. One team was covering the outside of the house, along with trees, fences, etc with lights and festive decor. A truck load of wrapped gifts were stuffed under the tree, the fridge was stuffed with holiday food, the pantry with essentials. Christmas music was piped through the house, candles were lit. The fireplace was lit and got a new stack of wood beside. An envelope with a few hundred dollars was left on the dining table that had been beautifully set with their new Christmas dishes. After setting out trays of cookies, fudge, fruits and nuts, we got the heads up and took off, hiding up and down the block as they drove into their driveway… the car stopped suddenly, started again, then cautiously rolled to a stop. You could hear the questions being thrown between them as they walked up to their very illuminated home… as soon as they got in, we jumped out, ran to the front door, someone held the door so they couldn’t come out… (we didn’t want them to know who had done this) and sang a couple of carols. Then we scrammed!!! The next morning at church (it fell on a Sunday ) the children were running to anyone that would listen and telling them about how a miracle had happened at their house. It was the greatest feeling in the world, it didn’t cost one person hardly anything, and took very little time. The collaboration was a blast, as many people were a part of it (many that couldn’t go sent gifts, good, money. ) As a mother of four, I’ve had many many wonderful Christmases full of unforgettable moments, but that Christmas so may years ago still brings a smile (and a tear!) to my heart. The true spirit of this precious holiday is to reach out to those in need and share from our own bounty. Merry Christmas !!!
My favorite memory is the last Christmas before my Daddy died. I was just 9 years old and I remember not being able to sleep and going out into the living room and finding Daddy sitting in his recliner watching tv. I told him in all my young wisdom that he needed to go to bed or Santa Claus wouldn’t come. So Daddy went to his bed and I went to mine where I slept for a few hours more to wake up and find that Santa did finally come after I sent Daddy to bed. We had a great day going over my gifts and having family over. Daddy had another heart attack just 2 weeks later and left this world for good.
Any Thanksgiving where all my friends came over for an “orphan’s Thanksgiving.”
Christmas Eve dinner and caroling with family
Making cookies with my mom
My favorite memory was when I was really young and we caught my mom and our oldest brother putting gifts under the tree before we left for midnight mass..I remember my brother telling me that we were picked to exchange gifts with Santa and that we couldn’t tell anyone so they didn’t feel left out. I thought it was so cool that Santa got gifts and insisted on making him a picture..I think I was like 6 or 7
How sweet, Karla! I love that 🙂