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I lower her to the ground, pluck the box out of her hand and open it. She doesn’t even look at the five-carat rock I slide on her left finger.
“The ring’s not even on your finger and you’re giving me instructions,” I mock.
She presses her lips together pertly to give me an impudent close-mouthed smile.
“I guess you’ll have to be punished for that.”
The crowd titters, not having the first clue how serious I am.
“I guess you’ll have to catch me first.” She whirls and starts running.
I give her a head start, calling the doorman to let him know that he should let her up. After that, I call her father to let him know that I’m marrying his girl. He’s flabbergasted. I reel off a litany of instructions: he’s not to bother her with anything but emergencies; all requests shall be directed to my office; and I’m hiring him a personal assistant.
Even though my baby can handle all of it, she shouldn’t have to. I’m her Daddy now, and there’s nothing I want more than to love, cherish and adore her forever. As I walk into the Plaza, fat snowflakes lazily land on my hair and shoulders.
I look up at the new snow. It’s Christmas and I’ve received the best Christmas present ever. And if this the last present I ever get, I won’t care because I got the only one that matters.
CHAPTER 11
WILLOW
“Are you sure he’s not going to kill me?” Tim asks anxiously, trotting after me into Con’s office.
“Trust me, he’ll be so happy I bet everyone will get a New Year’s bonus on top of their Christmas bonus.” For some reason, Tim is worried that Con will blame him for my plan, but I know exactly Con who will blame. My ass twitches in anticipation and I grin with greed at the thought my impending punishment. “Besides, don’t you want an early start on the holidays? I’m just giving everyone the day off. Now, do you remember what to do?”
Tim nods. “Yup, lock the door behind and makes sure everyone knows Con has given the entire office a surprise comp day as a thank you for all their hard work during the past year.” He grimaced. “And get the hell out of here otherwise I may be scarred for life.”
I giggle. “Hey, if you stick around you only have yourself to blame if you see or hear anything.”
“Yes, Mrs. Kaplan,” he snarked and flipped me the bird. I stuck out my tongue in response. Who would have thought a year ago that Tim and I would be total BFFs now? I guess it’s not a huge surprise since we both have Con’s best interests at heart. This is just our latest team-up in getting Con into the holiday spirit. Granted, Con has come a long way in his attitude towards Christmas but he can still be a bit Scrooge-like. He just needs a little reminder that holiday cheer should include his employees and that terrorizing them is bad for morale.
“Alright, get out before Con gets here and the surprise is ruined.” I shove Tim towards the door.
“Don’t worry, he called fifteen minutes ago and said his meeting was over and he’d be here in...” Tim checks his watch, “oh shit, in less than five minutes!” He races out and closes Con’s door after him.
I remove my long Canada Goose down coat and hang it in Con’s closet and walk quickly to the washroom to see if I need any touch ups. My face is flushed with excitement but everything looks good. My hair is in a carefully messy updo and my make-up is natural— just enough mascara to darken my lashes, and a candy pink gloss gives my lips a sultry pop of color. I’m wearing a sheer white lace teddy that’s basically two panels of white lace held together with a red velvet ribbon tied into a bow right below my breasts. One quick tug on the ribbon and my breasts will spill out of the delicate lace cups. The look is complete with white thigh high stockings and 4 inch stiletto Mary Janes. Carefully I place the Santa cap on my head at a jaunty angle.
“Alexa, play Santa Baby! on 3.” The sultry, throaty sound of Eartha Kitt fills the room and I perch on the edge of Con’s desk facing the door. I lean backwards a bit, arms braced behind me. The anticipation is killing me.
Finally, I hear the outer door open and Con’s muffled voice before his office door opens. “…and Tim, has Willow called? I’ve been trying to reach her on her cell…” Con’s words trail off and he stops a foot inside the doorway, staring at me as I lounge on his desk.
His beautiful blue eyes darken as they slowly run from the top of the Santa cap perched on my blonde hair, along my neck, stopping for a moment at my breasts displayed so provocatively. His inspection resumes, lingering again at the bow beneath my breasts before continuing downward, taking in every inch of my crossed legs. My sex pulses excitedly and my already damp panties grow wetter.
