Teased by Tinsel by Molly O'Hare

Author:Molly O'Hare [O’Hare, Molly]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Molly O'Hare

CHAPTER NINE

Christmas Eve Morning

The morning, for the most part, had gone exactly how Olive liked it. Her cheeks flushed as she thought back. She would’ve slept longer if she hadn’t awoken to Hank having his own type of breakfast.

And she was his main course.

Not that she was complaining, she loved waking up that way.

Once they were up and out of bed after being thoroughly satisfied, they’d spent most of their time moseying around just enjoying each other’s company.

But right now, Olive had other plans.

After all, it was Christmas Eve and that meant Olive had something essential to accomplish. Just like she did every Christmas Eve.

Making cookies for Santa.

Besides, how could she not use the cute ‘Cookies for Santa’ plate the owners left for them? That would be a travesty. The plate even had reindeer on it. She just wouldn’t be able to live with herself if she didn’t use the plate to its full potential.

So, baking it was.

Olive had the cookie dough ready and rolled out when Hank walked around the corner into the tiny kitchenette. Immediately, she stopped what she was doing and gawked at him.

Holy guacamole.

How was it possible for him to always look so dang good? You know what, at this point, it was just insulting to the rest of the population.

Olive had to admit though, she took advantage of it now. Before they started their research project his constant shirtless escapades used to annoy her, but now she quite enjoyed them.

Shirtless Hank was hot.

However, for some reason, Hank in dark jeans and a sweater with the sleeves pulled up to expose a quarter of his forearm… whoa, momma. She needed to fan herself.

Olive didn’t realize she had a forearm thing, but it was safe to say she did now.

And the worst part was, the bastard knew it.

She couldn’t count the number of times they’d be in an argument or something, and Hank would look her dead in the eyes and slightly push up his sleeve, exposing the goods.

Olive swore one time, she’d actually drooled.

Again… bastard.

She’d be lying if she said her characters in her books now didn’t showcase their forearms, making their women lose their minds. Art imitates life, so Olive couldn’t help it.

“Hey babe.” Hank smirked, catching Olive staring at his arms again. As he quickly made his way over to her, he placed a kiss on her lips. “What cha doing?”

Her jaw hit the floor as her brows pulled together, gaping at him like he’d lost his mind. “Making Christmas cookies for Santa. Duh. You know this. I do it every year.”

Hank’s eyes lit as the corner of his mouth lifted. “Oh, how could I have been so absent-minded to forget we as grown adults need to make cookies for Santa every year.”

“We aren’t making cookies, I am. Besides, we have to.” Olive’s hand shot to her hip as she stared him down. “Dog expects us to put out cookies for the big man or she’ll think he won’t bring her gifts,” she stated matter-of-fact.

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