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I lean down a bit, and Ayaka takes a few steps toward me.
“Really?” she crosses her arms over her chest and looks up at me with her big brown eyes.
“Yeah,” I say, as if kissing under mistletoe was as logical as following stoplights.
I lean down and when I think she’s about to kiss me, her hand reaches up and she crushes the mistletoe.
“It’s just a shrub, Harry,” she says.
Then she stands and turns, brushing the leaves off her hands as she walks out of the bookstore.
Chapter 4: Ayaka
Harrywantedtopickup some decorations for his Christmas tree, so we go to Canadian Tire. The car ride there only takes a few minutes.
“Do you want to stay in the car?” Harry asks as he unbuckles his seatbelt and grabs his wallet.
“Um, no. I want to come with you.”
Harry looks at, his face slightly shocked. He knows I don’t like Christmas and yet I want to join him in getting decorations. I'm surprised I said it, too.
“Yeah?” A small grin pulls at his lips and it makes me grin too.
“Yeah,” I unbuckle my seat belt and step out of the car.
We walk into Canadian Tire, and I’m struck with the smell of the store. It’s the scent of plastic and rubber. As well as the blaring of Christmas music over the speakers.
I’ve never been in here before and I don’t imagine I’ll be back. As soon as you pass the doorway, you see the outdoor holiday furniture on one end and way in the corner I see a giant bike rack that almost reaches the ceiling. Nothing like that appeals to me. I’m fine with just a lawn chair on the grass and I prefer to walk.
Harry seems to know exactly where to go. He picks up a basket and we weave through the aisles of the store. I walk behind him as he walks purposefully across the tile. I can’t help but check out his butt in those lovely brown pants that wrap tightly around him.
I shake my head. No, Ayaka. Do not fawn over your assistant.
Even if you are still reeling from the way he looked into your eyes underneath that mistletoe. No matter how much you wanted to lean in and kiss him. Forget about the regret that settled in your stomach as you crushed that little creepy plant in your hand. Just resolve yourself to the idea that you can’t be anything other than boss and assistant.
Harry. With those beautiful eyes and kind smile. The only man on earth who isn’t afraid of you or thinks you’re a controlling ass. Or maybe he does, but he doesn’t hate you for it. The tall, handsome man who leans in with a mischievous look in his eyes. The way he looks at your lips, making you lick yours and makes you want to fold into his arms and be enveloped in his heat.
But then you remember you work together, and the fantasy and everything that comes with it falls apart.
Oh, man…
I can tell we’re getting close because the colours change. Gone is the gray, blue, and black and hello to red, white, and green. I look on the shelves and see the Christmas ornaments start to appear and Harry slows down and tries to find what he wants.
I see packages of multi-coloured Christmas ball ornaments, rows of sparkly lights, and I stop at the candles sitting pretty on the shelves. I pick up one and take a sniff. It’s called Winter Storm. It smells minty and I decide to get it. Harry also picks up some ornaments and lights.
“Candle?” I ask, pointing to the giant selection of at least 300 candles lining the shelves. Harry smiles and looks at the candles.
“What scent do you have there?” he asks, gesturing to the candle in my hand.
“Winter Storm.” I open it and give it to Harry to smell.
“Hmm, I like that. I also like this one.” He picks up a candle called Home Spice.
“What does that smell like?” I ask and he lets me smell the candle.
It smells very homey. Warm and inviting.
“It smells like there’s ginger and cinnamon in it.”
