Page 4 of The Christmas Mistake

I’m a tall guy. Big guy. I don’t get drunk easily, but this drink is really starting to spin my world around, and I don’t like where it’s leading me.

“No,” I reply. “I don’t know the movie you’re talking about. Should I know what that is?”

Chastity gasps again theatrically like I’m admitting something totally insane and not that I just don’t know some random children’s book.

“You must know the Grinch,” she says even louder in my face. “You must’ve seen the movie.”

“Nope.”

“The Grinch? The famous Christmas movie? Come on, Nicholas.”

This conversation is really starting to go around in circles.

“Yelling the name at me over and over again isn’t going to make me magically know the movie, Chastity.”

She exhales and reaches for my drink, taking it from my hands and enjoying a long gulp of it.

She really is something, isn’t she? I am so startled by her outgoing personality. Never in a million years would I consider stealing someone’s drink, but here Chastity is, acting as if it is perfectly normal to take someone’s stuff just as she had sat on my desk the first day we met.

And that’s when I know she’s flirting with me.

Holy fucking shit.

We are actually flirting?

“Well, the Grinch is a character who hates Christmas,” Chastity says after swallowing most of the contents of my cup. “And you hate Christmas. So, you’re the Grinch.”

“I see.”

She offers my cup back to me. I take it from her. Our fingers touch for a moment too long. Chastity doesn’t flinch.

And neither do I.

We really are flirting.

We stare at each other. I bring the cup back to my chest away from her delicate fingers.

“Drink,” Chastity commands me, jutting her chin forward in defiance.

“Sure.”

I bring the cup to my lips as Chastity watches me with a sparkle in her eye. I drink down the rest of the horrible liquid. Her eyes don’t leave mine.

As it flows down my throat, I can feel the punch affecting me. I know I’m going to feel the aftereffects of the drink tomorrow morning for sure. And probably for many other mornings to come.

But the alcohol isn’t only just making my head spin, it’s also impeding my judgment.

I know it is because I am starting to view Chastity in a whole different light.

She’s pretty. Why haven’t I noticed that before now? Maybe I’ve been too focused on her annoying personality to even think about her physically. But she definitely has something about her. A cute little button nose. Large brown eyes. Her lips are full and sensual. There is a glow about her that I haven’t seen before. A glow that I’ve chosen to ignore because I have been so annoyed by her extroverted character.

Yeah, she is definitely pretty, and not just her face. Her tits aren’t bad also. I notice she’s made an effort tonight for the party. Her perky breasts are no longer hidden under her normal office attire. I don’t want to look down there but I can’t help discovering the rest of her body.

She is hot.

And I am drunk.

And I am horny. We are flirting.