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“Avery!” Chloe shouts, clearly hearing her friend's insinuation.
Avery’s toying with me, a clap back at my earlier comment about being out of her league. I raise a brow in question, oh sweetheart you don’t know what you’re playing at.
“I mean obviously not here Chloe,” Avery says, realizing she spoke out loud, but her smile doesn't fade. She knew exactly what she was saying.
“You can’t walk on it,” I spit out in frustration.
Chloe’s hands rest on my shoulders as she pushes herself forward to sit right beside me. “Maybe you can just carry her upstairs…”
“No!” Both Avery and I shout out again interrupting Chloe, who raises a brow in suspicion.
“Just cut them Doc,” Avery sighs, throwing her head back against the couch. She lifts her head up slightly, her eyes look at me through thick, long lashes, “But you’ll owe me a pair.”
ChapterThree
ZANE
Icut them, slow and careful not to snip her flesh, though it would have been fun to watch her snap at me for cutting her. I don’t know why I find the thought of irritating and taunting the little minx so pleasurable, but I need it to stop. This can get out of hand quickly if I don’t watch myself.
Avery isn’t only gorgeous and sexy as fuck, but she’s experienced and not at all shy, at least she acts like she is. However, none of those high school boys she’s used to are a match for a man like me. A real man.
What the fuck am I saying?
It doesn’t matter how experienced she is, I won’t be going anywhere fucking near her.
After the girls headed upstairs to get settled in, Chloe dragged me out to the tree farm in town to pick a Christmas Tree. Avery insisted it was fine she stayed home alone when in reality I was hoping her injury would have canceled the entire trip.
I fucking hate Christmas, and not because of any fucked up childhood trauma or awful experience, I simply don’t like it. As a kid, we never celebrated it. My parents, who are both lawyers and workaholics, were usually out of town on business during one of their busiest seasons. Who would have thought the holiday brought more than snow and a cheerful spirit into the homes of children. Apparently it also brought mistresses and nasty divorces.
I should know. It brought a man into my wife’s bed. Our bed.
It didn’t matter that I had taken her daughter to the ice skating rink around Rockefeller Center that year like any decent parent would have done, she still felt the need to bring her driver up to the room for a quick fuck while I sipped hot cocoa and made core memories with her kid. Memories that should have been made on the arm of her mother who was busy fucking the help.
I kept quiet about it for the rest of the trip. I couldn’t ruin Chloe’s Christmas like that. The girl adored the holiday more than any sane person should. We used to decorate the entire house, both interior and exterior, listen to Christmas music on a loop, and watch every single Christmas movie ever created both classic and those corny shits about love in small towns where Santa Claus plays matchmaker.
I hated it all but the smile that appeared on her face when I’d indulge in her crazy ideas was enough to make me glad I had.
And here I am yet again dragging a twelve foot Douglas Fir up the front steps of my porch, only to make sure Chloe has the best fucking Christmas before going off to college.
Women. They’ll be our destruction.
“It’s going to look perfect!” she squeals once it’s perched and standing in the middle of the den. She insisted it be front and center in the living room, but there is no way that thing is going to be the first sight I see when I walk through the front door. Not that the den, with full-length windows surrounding the entire front of the room, is a much better choice. “I’ll go get Avery and we can start decorating it.”
I grunt, dreading the amount of tinsel, garland, and ornaments that are sure to be hung up before the night is over. “Looks great as is.”
But of course the girl ignores me. “Chloe,” I shout, before she leaves the room and the mention of Avery suddenly has me on alert. “Why don’t you go get some rest. I’m sure Avery isn’t in the mood to be on her feet let alone decorating a tree.” I don’t mention the fact I’m not ready to come face to face with the little vixen again. Not when my cock’s still hard just from thinking about how good she felt in my arms. How perfect and plump her lips are and how sweet fucking incredible they’d look wrapped around my cock.
“But Zane,” Chloe whines.
I swallow the lump forming in my throat. “How about this baby girl,” I murmur, reaching out to caress her cheek the way I would when she was just a little girl. “Tomorrow morning I’ll bring out the boxes of decorations you stored in my basement and you can decorate it then. Get some sleep, I’m sure it’s been a long day.”
Chloe reluctantly nods, accepting my suggestion. The smile on her face fades but it's a necessary evil. I don’t think I’d survive the night being in the same room with Avery again.
“Okay fine,” she pouts, crossing her arms over her chest. “But you’re making your famous hot cocoa tomorrow morning, I already told Avery about it and I know she’s dying to have a taste.” My cock twitches instinctively at her comment even though there wasn’t a hint of malice in the way she said it.
I clear my throat again, “Ahem, yeah I’m sure she wants a taste,” I mumble under my breath.
“Did you say something?” Chloe asks, stopping midway up the steps. I instantly shut my mouth.Fuck.I really need to stop before I say or do something stupid.
