Bite Me, Santa by Brittany Cournoyer

Author:Brittany Cournoyer [Cournoyer, Brittany]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-12-01T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

I’m dreaming of sandy beaches, just like the ones on all the coasts.

“What are you doing tonight after the party?” Troy asked as we made cups of coffee before beginning our workday.

I paused the stirring of my creamer to glance around the room. Surely, he wasn’t talking to me. Someone else must’ve walked in. He had a new car battery, so there was no need for him to spend any more time with me. It was a disappointing realization since I actually enjoyed the time I spent with him—even picking out a damn Christmas tree and shopping—but also something I was hoping would happen. Not being around him so much would help with my stupid crush. But when I glanced around the break room, it was only the two of us in there.

“Are you talking to me?”

Troy chuckled and shook his head. “Of course, I am. Who else would I be talking to?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know. Frank?”

“Frank? The same Frank who started the snowball fight last year and broke Victor’s nose? Definitely not him.”

I sighed as I recalled that morning. I was standing inside the break room, enjoying the silence before the rest of my coworkers made an appearance when the door burst open. Frank rushed in, his shirt covered in blood, acting frantic as he looked for a towel and some ice. He let out a flustered explanation as he searched the freezer and drawers, and rather than bite my tongue, I suggested he use the ice he threw at Victor to break his nose. Needless to say, that didn’t go over well, and he hadn’t liked me since—if he even did to begin with.

“That’d be the one.”

Troy wrinkled his nose. “He’s a bit too immature for my taste.”

And just what were his tastes?

“What did you have in mind?” I asked, instead.

“The Lux Theatre has a late showing of White Christmas. Want to go?”

Watching a Christmas movie didn’t sound like my idea of a good time. Same as shopping for Christmas trees and white elephant gifts. But Troy had a way of making anything holiday-related almost fun, and it wasn’t like I was doing anything else that evening. But before I decided to spend any more time with him, I needed to know one thing.

Let it go, Reed. My internal voice was sending out all the warning signals possible, telling me I needed to stop it. To stop poking the bear, otherwise, how would I get rid of my crush? But I was a stubborn asshole, and that bear looked so fucking enticing. Besides, what would a few pokes hurt?

“Don’t you have a girlfriend to go see that with?”

I winced at how pathetic I sounded to my own ears, though I had tried my hardest to keep my voice even and nonchalant.

Troy snorted beside me and brought the mug to his mouth. As he took a sip of his coffee, he eyed me over his mug and gave my body a long once-over. I stood there, watching him as he swallowed his drink down and slowly licked the residual coffee from his top lip.

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