Enchanting by Sarah Curtis

Author:Sarah Curtis [Curtis, Sarah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: possesive alpha male, holiday, millionaire, Las Vegas
Publisher: Jeanine Grasso
Published: 2017-01-01T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter Five

So caught up in the fairy tale—the dancing, the champagne, Max—she hadn't realized how quickly time had passed. And it wasn't until Max pulled her into his arms and she heard people chanting the countdown she realized it was almost midnight, and she would be late for work.

Mesmerized, she watched in slow motion as Max's lips descended. Anxiety had her heart racing, knowing she'd waited all night for his kiss but also knowing she needed to leave and if he kissed her, she had a feeling she would never want him to stop.

Reluctantly, she ripped herself from his embrace and hurriedly said, "I'm so sorry, but I need to go," before spinning on her heel and racing from the ballroom.

Flying down the stairs, her toe caught on the hem of her dress and if she hadn't been holding onto the banister, she surely would've taken a header down the stairs more than likely breaking her neck. As it was, she felt her shoe slip off her foot, but with the momentum behind her, she didn't dare try to stop to retrieve it.

She heard shouts of "Happy New Year" from the room above mingled with hoots and hollers. Just as her foot hit the last step, the roar of her name over the loud cheering from the crowd in the ballroom had her step faltering, causing her to trip, yet again, on the hem of her dress. She wasn't able to save herself this time, but luckily the floor was close, and she landed harmlessly on her hands and knees.

She looked over her shoulder and saw Max rushing down the stairs, reaching her in a matter of seconds. "Are you okay?"

He helped her to her feet then ran his fingers over her cheek to her chin lightly tipping it to look into her eyes. "I'm fine. My puffy train padded my fall."

He took one of her hands, turning it to inspect her palm. "These didn't have a cushion to land on."

His thumb brushed along the slightly reddened skin, causing goose bumps to ignite up her arms. "I'm fine," she repeated, tugging her hand from his and taking a small step back. "Thank you for your help and for tonight, but I really have to go. I'm already late for work and still need to stop at home to change."

"Lift your skirt."

"Wh...what?"

He held up her missing shoe. "Lift up your skirt, Princesa, and give me your foot."

He got down on one knee, waiting for her to comply. Oh, my God. This was not happening. How could this be happening? The sheer incredibility of the events that had taken place—her fairy godmother, attending a ball, rushing out at the stroke of midnight, her losing her shoe—were just too much to believe. A giggle slipped past her lips that soon turned into a full belly laugh.

Max raised a brow, but she noticed his lip twitch which made her laugh all the harder.

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