Page 37 of Happy Krampus Xmas & the Meet Not Cute

“Good,” he grumbles, his eyes focused on Sari as he taps on his phone. Is he texting that sexy teacher?

“I can rent a truck from the company I usually use for work,” Rague lets me know, earning a kiss on the pec from his husband.

Michael also gives me his availability and Raph’s reluctant one.

Everybody starts moving toward the table as Hunter announces thatthe feastis ready.

“Good?” Gabe asks me. I turn in his arms, flattening my palms on his chest. He’s wearing a black cashmere sweater, a pair of gray jeans, and leather boots. He’s sexy as hell, but it’s the way he undresses me with is eyes that makes my body shiver under my green, baby doll dress. The short skirt ends at the middle of my thighs, and the top of the bodice is strapless, revealing some skin. Thick wool socks wrap the edge of the brown, knee-high boots Bez loves to fuck me in.

I nod at him.

“I have something to show you.” He grabs his phone, and after tapping on the screen, he turns it toward me.

It’s a picture of his office. I can see the fabulous view from the wide glass wall, the sofa with the cute purple cushions I bought recently, his desk, and another desk.Wait! Another desk?

“Is that my name on the silver plate on that cute desk?” It says “Lori Boone, attorney at law.”

“Yes . Onyourcute desk. Merry Christmas or…Krampus Day.”

I look at him, too stunned to properly think. “I don’t understand.”

His fingers flex on my hips. “A little premature since you’re still studying, but I don’t see why we have to be in two differentoffices when you come back to work since mine is big enough for two.”

“We will also have an extra surface to bend you over,” Bez adds.

I bite my inner cheek as I will my tears to stop.

These men, they are all I knew I wanted and everything else I wasn’t aware I needed.

“All those lame excuses you gave me these past few days, they were to keep me out of the office. I thought you didn’t trust my promise about the petty revenges.” I poke his pec.

“I love those revenges,” Bez chuckles.

“I don’t trust that promise. That’s why we need rules,” Gabe declares.

“That hurts right here,” I joke, pointing at my chest.

His answer is a quick, hard kiss.

But my heart truly aches since I fell in love with them.

Perhaps because it grew,twosizes too big.

THE END

the meet not cute

A NOVELLA IN THE ANGELS OF WRATH SERIES

By Paulina Ian-Kane

one

Paradox: a situation that seems self-contradictory or absurd

SPENCER

The stench of sweat, dirt, grass, and stale air is only partly covered by the lemony scent of the floor cleaner.