Eating her Christmas Cookies : A Holiday Billionaire Romance by Alina Jacobs

Author:Alina Jacobs [Jacobs, Alina]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-11-23T16:00:00+00:00

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Chloe

I was so hot after all the baking and from Jack's comment about eating something other than my cookies that I needed some air. Eddie wasn't in the lobby; he had probably gone to buy alcohol. I hoped he wasn’t in a ditch somewhere. I looked around cautiously but didn't see any Santas waiting outside.

A few blocks away, there was a pop-up Christmas market, and I wanted to take some photos. The booths had cute decorations, and several sellers displayed gorgeous Christmas ornaments.

"I really don't have the money for this," I muttered as I looked longingly at the ornaments.

"It's buy one get one," the woman at the stall said. "These will add Christmas cheer to your home!"

"I don't really have a home," I said, feeling slightly embarrassed. "I was thinking of buying one for a male friend."

The seller winked at me. "Maybe these will bring you a Christmas engagement ring."

I laughed but handed over my credit card anyway. It was a good deal, and they would add some much-needed Christmas cheer to Jack’s penthouse. I had just given Cody five dollars; surely I could buy something for Jack.

As I meandered through the market, trying not to feel guilty for spending money I didn't have, a Santa approached me. I thought it was Eddie for a second. But as the Santa came closer, I saw that he was much too tall to be Eddie or my cousin Cody. The Santa stopped right in front of me. I didn't even think it was the stalker Santa from the mall. Why was I attracting so many men dressed up as Santa Claus?

"It's you," the Santa said.

"Excuse me?"

I could see him smile through the fake beard. "I'm here to watch over you. You're being stalked. I'm here to protect you and the Christmas bun in the oven."

I peered at him. Something about him seemed familiar, something in his voice and his eyes. Was he someone I knew? I wracked my brain. The Santa smiled enigmatically.

"Don't fear, little one."

"Okay, thanks," I said, starting to feel apprehensive.

"You! Leave her alone!" someone shouted from a nearby stall. The Santa turned away, his long stride carrying him off into the crowds.

"You’re new to the city, aren't you?" a stall owner said. "You can't give these nutcases the time of day. You need to be forceful."

"I will, thank you," I told the woman. I had been raised in the Midwest, and we were not at all confrontational there. If being followed by crazy Santas was my new normal, I would need to grow a backbone.

Eddie was back in the lobby when I returned. He had a little bottle of vodka he was sipping from while contemplating the Christmas trees.

"Package for you," he told me. It was another large box, probably from a fan.

"You have nice fans," he said.

"I was worried about you," I said seriously. "It's crazy out there."

"I just slipped out," he said, grinning at me. "Got back right before the boss."

"Jack is back?"

"Yes ma'am."

When I returned to the apartment, I opened the box.

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