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I looked over to see him staring at me, then at a distracted Max with the girls who wouldn’t leave him alone. “Oh, you’re devious,” I whispered back to Danny.
“For you, hell yeah. Do it, babe,” he urged.
I turned, the giggles infuriating me, and I wanted to drive the puck into the blonde to get her to leave Max alone. I readied my mallet.
“And go!” Danny called out.
I whacked my mallet into the puck just as Max swung around. His eyes widened, his hand jutting out to stop my assault, but he was too damn slow, and I struck the goal.
“Oh, yeah!” I shouted and jumped up and down with Danny by my side, while Max glared at us both.
“Keep your eye on the game,” Danny teased.
Max strolled away from those flirting girls and approached me, stretching out his hand in a friendly shake of congratulations.
I tilted my head up and accepted, but he drew me closer to him in a heartbeat, his warm breath on my face, a hand on my cheek, and my heart was thundering.
“Very clever, though I might think you were jealous of those girls. Were you jealous, Belle?”
I rolled my eyes, hiding how angry I was that they had flirted with him right in front of me. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“They mean nothing to me. I only have eyes for you.” He pushed a lock of blond hair out of my face and ran his thumb over my lower lip. All I could think about was what he would taste like if he just came a little closer...about how he felt against me.
He leaned in closer as if sensing my unease, his lips finally grazing mine. Unable to hold back, I pushed myself closer, up on tippy toes to reach him easily. He was soft and tender, tasting like vodka and sex, and I kissed him back, gripping his fur coat to keep him close to me. Maybe I was selfish for wanting him all to myself, for wanting both men and not willing to share them with any other girls.
Danny’s hand was at my lower back, and I pulled back, falling against his chest, his arms around my shoulders. When I looked back at the air-hockey table, both girls glared at me, looking ready to claw out my eyes.
“Okay, time for more drinks.” Max’s voice drew my attention.
“Yes. Let’s have a jingle ball tonight!” Danny added, and I laughed at his silliness.
For the next twenty minutes we sat at an ice table on fur pelts and laughed, each making up the worst puns and downing drinks.
“I’m pretty sure I’ve lost feeling in my toes. They are frozen from the cold in here,” I said, trying to wriggle them in my boots. “I didn’t really feel the cold before, now it’s spreading up my legs.”
“Okay, let me grab the last drinks, and we’re out of here.” Max stood up and seemed to sway on his way to the bar. I couldn’t remember how many cocktails we’d had so far, even my head swayed.
My phone beeped, and I pulled it out of my pocket to see a message from Todd. I cringed on the inside and made the mistake of opening it.
Missing you, sis. Are you missing me?
I almost gagged and hastily tucked my phone away, hating him for almost ruining my buzz. I looked up only to find the earlier brunette near Max at the bar, draping herself all over him. Danny was with them, placing our order instead, while Max tried to pull away from the girl who wouldn’t leave him alone.
It was embarrassing for her how desperate she was acting. Still, I seethed at seeing her with them. Maybe I’d had too much to drink, or I couldn’t get my lips to stop tingling from my kiss with Max, to stop burning up at the memory of me with Danny in the elf house, but they were mine, even if only for this short time in Chicago. They’d grown on me and I wasn’t ready to let them go.
The desperado was now pushing her breasts against Max’s arm, leaning in like she might kiss him, her hand splayed all over his chest.
Max shook his head and gently pushed her aside.
I was on my feet before I knew it, marching closer, and the icy room was swaying around me, my whole body buzzing from too much alcohol.
Danny handed me my cocktail in a v-shaped glass, when the brunette stepped into my face, spitting her threat. “Slut. Who do you think you are?”
My hackles bristled, and I’d had enough of her. “They aren’t interested in you, get over it.”
I turned away, but she snatched my arm, squeezing.
Anger raged, and I turned, tossing my drink into her face. I then ripped my arm out of her grip.
