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Holiday
“Who are those for?” Bethany says, staring at the wrapped box of cookies. I hoped I could get away unnoticed before I closed up for the day, but she was always watching.
“These are for my new neighbor. I wanted to welcome him to the area.” He arrived yesterday, and I hadn’t wanted to bother him because he’d only just arrived.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” she warns me, shaking her head.
Does he have a jealous wife that’s going to lose it or something? “Why not?”
“Grant said he’s a real piece of work who prefers to be left alone. Yesterday, he had his groceries delivered and barked at the kid just to leave them at the door.” Oh, goodness. I can’t believe that’s my new neighbor. He can’t be just like old Mr. Manchester. Still, I have to be friendly.
“Oh my. I’ll just drop the cookies off and not bother him. It’s almost Christmas time, and I can’t help myself.”
“I know. You have a heart of gold and sugar.” She rolls her eyes and shakes her head. I leave my bakery and pop in my car with my baked cookies.
On the short drive, I grow more and more nervous about dropping these off. Maybe I should just keep them at home or wait until I see him outside.
I park in my garage and then close the door. Once I’ve gotten everything out of my car and into the house to work on my latest creation, I grab the cookies and head over to the neighbor’s door. Gathering my nerve, I ring his doorbell. Accidentally, my finger slips and I hit it more than once. Oops. Not the nicest way to greet your new neighbor.
A snarling, annoyed, “What the fuck?” comes from the other side with hurried steps. “I didn’t order anything today,” he says before opening the door.
“I just wanted to drop off some cookies as a welcome gift.” He opens the door, and I’m shocked to see the man before me in nothing but a towel around his waist, water dripping down his toned chest. No one mentioned that the surly neighbor was hot and extremely built.
I can’t stop gawking at his impressive thighs through the towel and so much more. My eyes don’t move from the large nether region that the frigid temperature has no effect on. Instinctively I mouth a “wow,” which I immediately regret.
“Thank you. Goodbye.” I dart my head up just as he takes the cookies and closes the door on me.
“Oh my God, what in the world is wrong with me?” I mutter, dashing down his porch in quick-like fashion.
Needing to return to my house and never show my face again, I lock the door and hide away. I can’t believe I stood there like a simpering fool, staring right at his penis like it would pop out of the towel at any second. He must think I’m some horny pervert just trying to jump his bones.
I hide away for the rest of the night, forgetting all about trying a new recipe because I’m so mortified.
Chapter Four
James
The second the door closes, I set the cookies by the door and run up to my room to put some clothes on before I do something stupid, like take my dick in hand and stroke the fucker. Who the hell was that little blonde flirt with her eyes on my towel like they were glued there?
Peeking out the front window, I look at the neighbor’s house next door, and I doubt it’s her home because no one’s there. All the lights are still off. The nearest neighbors are about half a mile up the road, so I just drop the matter because I’ll find her soon. There’s no way I’m driving up there to knock at the five other houses and confront them and ask if one of their wives or daughters was around.
My cock is getting hard again just thinking about running into her again. Her beautiful blue eyes were wide with shock and embarrassment. Her cheeks, pink from the cold, were round and adorable. I should have dragged her inside and gave her a better look.
I’m almost jealous of my cock because I barely got a glimpse of her gorgeous face and he got all the damn attention. Yes, I suppose the fact that I opened the door with my cock and balls practically on display in the middle of winter might draw anyone’s attention, but that was intense.
By the time I’m dressed, I finally go back to the front door and look at the cookie box. She didn’t bother to bake them. They’re from a shop in town called Holiday’s Cookies. “How original,” I mutter. Still, they smell fantastic. I wonder if the pretty little pervert smells just as good. Probably not, but I’m itching to find out. Maybe I’ll make her pay for seeing me nearly naked and demand to stare at her pretty kitty.
The timer on my phone goes off, reminding me to get back to work. Snatching up my cookies, I head off to write. Opening up the box, I take a long whiff, and they’re potent so I take a bite of one of the heavenly cookies. The first one goes down so fast that I don’t realize that I’ve managed to eat half the box.
By the end of the night, I have only one thought in my head—to find my little pervert, and that’s going to happen by heading to this bake shop. Hopefully they’ll know who I’m talking about. Then, I’m going to take her home and spank her ass for making me break my routine and diet. Shit, I’m going to need a run and some push-ups after all these cookies.
My mind goes to the cute blonde, and I wonder where she came from. I look outside and the lights next door are still not on, so I’m assuming that family must be out of town. That’s good for me because I haven’t heard anyone making noise while I work, except for all the damn doorbell ringing.
I go back to writing, but all I can think about is finding my little cookie surprise and giving her a proper greeting. Fuck, I’ve never been so horny and angry in my life. I have only so many days to write, and I’m struggling. How the fuck am I supposed to write the rest of this novel when all I can think about is how I want to fuck, and fuck hard?
Maybe I can channel that anger. It works, and I spend the next four hours writing until my eyes get too blurry to stay awake. Shutting down my computer, I head to the bedroom and let my fatigue take me to sleep, or at least try, but those gorgeous blue eyes come to mind. Before I know it, I find my hand in my sleep pants, pulling out my length and fucking my hand. After I clean myself up, I finally close my eyes and let today slip away.
Chapter Five
